Their Only Hope

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He laid half-suspended in the air, back legs supporting him, arms up above his head, wings stretched out to both sides

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He laid half-suspended in the air, back legs supporting him, arms up above his head, wings stretched out to both sides.

The air was thick with chemicals, and, his people. Their coughs and gags made his green blood boil with rage.

They had done this. To him, to the SoundStep.

He was a monstrosity because of them.

Stepp Industries.

He was three times as large as his fellow SoundStep
With blood that bubbled with toxic elixirs.
His spines didn't work they way they used to. The left side of him dysfunctional and broken.
Beaten
Bruised
So experimented on he had lost track of how many needles that had left welts in his skin.

And yet he still wouldn't be detained

These were his people. Their king was dead, he was all that was left.
Captain Active
They trusted him. Their hope was fading fast, dissipating into the gases that hung thick in their lungs.

He couldn't let them down.

Radioactive pushed against his binds, letting out a scream of such molten agony that the very foundation shook with fear.
His people joined.
Their shrieks of anger and hatred towards these heathens grew stronger and stronger.

Until the rusty chains broke.

Radioactive fell to the floor, chains around his wrists clattering down with him.

Look out Stepp. The toxin is loose.
Hope you fuckers are ready for a revolution.

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