C10 Reaper

"The screaming stopped five minutes ago," Pike says. His words are calm. Smooth. As if he exerts no effort hacking through a man's arm. "He is only tentatively hanging onto consciousness now."

"Let him go!" I roar, my voice tearing through the room. It shakes the glasses in the sink, but Pike doesn't even blink.

He looks back down at his handiwork. "In a moment. Once the deed is done. You see