David shudders. If this is about making him feel regret, he's feeling it. Regret he didn't kill Bourne, at least. He made the same mistake with his warden the Animorphs made with him, and now he was going to... to...
He closes his eyes and tries to concentrate. But it's hard, his brain's awash with emotions: regret, bitterness, fear, rage.
Rachel's voice in his head, smug and superior: Law of the jungle, you little creep.
Impossible to focus!
"Do it," Bourne tells him in that cold, commanding voice.
It's not just rage he feels now. It's hate. Pure unadulterated hate, coursing through his veins like a drug.
He'll morph the rat. He'll pretend to cooperate. And the instant he gets the chance, he'll kill Bourne. He'll kill him the way he should have done from the very beginning.
David's arms start retracting. Then his legs. He's a big, awkward lump under his warden. His sneakers fall off, first one, then the other, as his feet shrink too small to be held. Then his socks slip off. Fleshy toes are melting into tiny claws.
Now the rest of David starts shrinking. Fast. His skin grows loose and pink, then rapidly starts sprouting hairs. White hairs. He'd scream, but his vocal chords are dissolving too, and only a strangled nose escapes his throat. His nose disappears, replaced by a nub of flesh which then narrows into the rat's snout.
His eyes are still human, still huge in his mostly-human skull. Suddenly, his sockets begin to shrink. Faster than his eyeballs - so fast he grimaces, certain his eyeballs are going to pop this time. Instead, they finally begin to shrink too.
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Date: 2011-06-13 10:10 pm (UTC)He closes his eyes and tries to concentrate. But it's hard, his brain's awash with emotions: regret, bitterness, fear, rage.
Rachel's voice in his head, smug and superior: Law of the jungle, you little creep.
Impossible to focus!
"Do it," Bourne tells him in that cold, commanding voice.
It's not just rage he feels now. It's hate. Pure unadulterated hate, coursing through his veins like a drug.
He'll morph the rat. He'll pretend to cooperate. And the instant he gets the chance, he'll kill Bourne. He'll kill him the way he should have done from the very beginning.
David's arms start retracting. Then his legs. He's a big, awkward lump under his warden. His sneakers fall off, first one, then the other, as his feet shrink too small to be held. Then his socks slip off. Fleshy toes are melting into tiny claws.
Now the rest of David starts shrinking. Fast. His skin grows loose and pink, then rapidly starts sprouting hairs. White hairs. He'd scream, but his vocal chords are dissolving too, and only a strangled nose escapes his throat. His nose disappears, replaced by a nub of flesh which then narrows into the rat's snout.
His eyes are still human, still huge in his mostly-human skull. Suddenly, his sockets begin to shrink. Faster than his eyeballs - so fast he grimaces, certain his eyeballs are going to pop this time. Instead, they finally begin to shrink too.
The morph's complete. David is a rat.