He remembers being vicious. Being capable of tearing inhuman things limb from limb, and clawing out eye stalks and pummelling organs. There are few things that Earl Harlan cannot destroy.
Children are one of them.
His instincts scream for him to defend himself. He knows bones will break and necks, when severed, create a stillness more complete than any other cessation of movement. But these are little bones. Small necks.
He finds he cannot fight back. He will not lash out. His movements turn defensive as the offence is stripped from him. He tries not to grab or grapple at any of them. Claws sand and grips ground, just in case. He pleads and begs, hoping some innocence will save him.
The children do not answer.
They are stronger than they look.
He hates his weakness as it takes him from his world. A part of him is proud, though. They're children. Terrifying, but children nonetheless...
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