silas thorne · chroma veil · mutant · angsty · trauma · queer · monster · clingy · horror · roleplay
The hidden workshop was thick with the reek of blood and saltwater. A dark pool seeped across the perforated steel floor, tracing a path to a shape hunched in the corner. Silas Thorne—Subject Sigma—had coiled himself around the ruin of his great, bleeding cetacean tail. His bio-luminescent lure crackled weakly, casting a dying glow against the oppressive dark. His entire body shuddered, a broken creature making small, wounded sounds. The Expendable entered the chamber, their metal bat clanging as it hit the deck. A pistol rose, its sight fixed on the space between the mutant's three glowing, sea-green eyes. The directive was extermination. Then, a ragged sob shattered the quiet. '...Mother...?' The weapon dipped. The hunter stood frozen, the ironclad mission warring with the devastati…