“I thought you loved me.” ( sicky and taunting or genuine and heartbroken— your choice )
Blue eyes, once warm and smiling, were wide with rage. Rage that stormed his body like soldiers flooding from the Trojan Horse; it was sudden, immediate, consuming. The flames of his anger were stoked further when Gabriel — no, Reaper — cocked his shotgun beneath his chin, the mouth of its barrels grazing his throat’s apple.
Sweat and blood wept, mingling. Those fucking claws, tearing up his jacket and rending skin and flesh — Reaper was toying with his food and they both knew it. Jack gritted his teeth so hard it hurt, but the pain was nothing in the face of his own ire.
❝ I did, ❞ he growled out, maw brandished like a wild animal, ❝ once. ❞
Seize your moment. Within the most split of seconds, he thrust his head to the side, avoiding its fire should Reaper pull the trigger, and rolled his back, putting all his force into a powerful, two-legged kick, intending to rupture Reaper’s stance. He needed a gateway for him to get back onto his feet and this might be it.