When the door opens again, it isn’t Reaper who Jesse is faced with. Instead it is another Talon goon, toting a weapon around and pulling him out of the cell. They do not say much to him either. One has a firm grip on McCree’s arm and the other watches as they begin to move away from the small room. Only a few steps from where they had started does the Wraith join their group.
Reaper arrives in a smog, a writhing mass that takes form of a man within a few seconds. Neither guard notices this. Death follows behind their steps without a word to instead watch Jesse. He has had time to think of what might happen to McCree if he was left alone to the tactics of Talon. Nothing good could come out of any possibility and all were cruel- save for death. Even then, sometimes dying wouldn’t keep Talon from sinking its claws into someone.
Keeping close and waiting for the trio to slow, Reaper makes a decision that cannot be undone. Pulling his lips back forming a silent snarl, sharp claws reach out and grab onto the collar of the grunt closest to him. There’s not much more than a gasp of surprise before Reaper snaps their neck and drops the corpse. Seeing their partner vanish from the corner of their vision, the other turns to address the situation, only to be dumbfounded with what they see.
Everyone knew that Reaper was not all that fond of the people he worked with, but outright killing them was unexpected. So much so that when the Wraith moves to finish his task, there isn’t enough time to do anything about it. A silver tipped hand throttles the grunt’s throat and digs in until the resistance he is met with comes to an end.
Something resembling disgust leaves him as he tosses the body over to the wall, turning his gaze onto McCree after.
they find him near one of the walls, inspecting the ceiling,
when they come to retrieve him. he couldn’t help but feel a
twinge of odd disappointment at the lack of the infamous
wraith and he couldn’t pin down why. conversation with him
had been brief, but pleasant. at least he was willing to talk to
him rather than simply just check up on him.
he greets the goons with a simple ‘howdy’ but doesn’t say
much beyond that. takes reaper’s advice and keeps his mouth
shut. not like he feels much like talking anymore; here he
stands on the precipice of change, fearing the inevitable plunge
into the unknown. lets the goons lead him out of the room, but
nothing stops him from looking around. not that there’s much
to see, but he notices reaper’s arrival when it happens. doesn’t
acknowledge him past a glance, looking forward again after a
moment, heart pounding heavy in his chest.
when they round the corner, he doesn’t notice the guard
behind him vanish but he hears armor and cloth shift, hears the
soft gasp. turns with the goon at his elbow and they both freeze
at the sight behind them. doesn’t understand what he’s seeing,
doesn’t understand why reaper would openly attack his own men.
still, he backs away from the wraith, suddenly aware of how
much open space is at his back. a cautious, uncertain “ whoa
there.. ” slips past his lips, his heart still pounding away. confused.
unsure what to do beyond raising his hand placatingly, keeping
his voice low as he asks, “ what do you think yer doing? ”
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