Minutes later, Rex comes walking into the park, mace at the ready. He's prepared for anything he comes across, anyone who might try to surprise him from the shadows.
He sees one of Nic's feathers upon the ground and goes in the direction it was pointed, finding another and still another. Wow, the kid was so nervous she was molting? He was going to have to talk to her about that.
Of course, when he steps into the clearing and finds his sister's body lying in a pool of blood, her neck twisted at an unnatural angle, Rex has to blink several times to make sure that he's not dreaming or simply imagining the scene before him.
When that doesn't work, Rex tears off his mask and drops his mace to the floor.
"NICOLETTE!" he screams, running toward her. He doesn't care if everyone finds out he's Warhawk. He doesn't give a shit if there's twenty men with weapons waiting in ambush.
He has to get his sister to a hospital, somewhere, /anywhere/ when she can get help.
Because this can't be the rest of his life, living without her.
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