“Because it’s not fair that Hatchet Face didn’t get to give his test. And I wanted to break her out of her rut, so I made it so the parasite’s effects would be permanent if she didn’t drink lots of blood.”
Oh jeez.
And holy fuck, she could make it permanent too, which just makes my point from the previous post even stronger. If she could make this parasite viral and prevent it from infecting the Slaughterhouse Nine, Bonesaw could permanently take away almost all powered opposition they might find in a city, or even a larger area.
“Of course,” Jack tapped the heel of his hand against his forehead, “That was an interesting little twist. Of course, you didn’t tell her how much she needed to drink, or if a certain species counted… Well. It broke her stride, didn’t it? Siberian went after her, starting on day two of Bonesaw’s parasitic infection. Three days and three nights of cat and mouse.
Sounds intense even before Siberian got involved.
To her credit, she did very well. It came down to a hair. Another ten minutes and Siberian might have caught her a third time.”
A third time? So there’s like a three-strike system in place, to make it even remotely fair?
Or did she fail that test?
A dark look passed over Cherish’s face.
Yeeah, the first two times were probably not pleasant, and then there’s Bonesaw’s comment about no remaining meat.
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