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Who: Will, L (Open!) Where: Asgard When: The day of the Body Switch, and the day after Henry's kidnapping Rating: PG-13 for now, possibly R? Warnings: Vampire-stuffs, monsters, violence and language oh my! Summary: Will is stuck in Strix's body, and she knows a thing or two about him. She pushes Will over the edge and into her monster form, setting him loose on Asgard from a safe distance away.
His last thought was something very, very predictable. It wasn't Henry, no, the idea of Henry had flown away with the feeling of a cotton tree's falling flowers. Will never had learned their proper name, and if he was still himself, he might have thought to look it up. His warning to Frank had long left his mind, along with any rational thought.
That left only Lecter. The man's voice seemed to permeate though the walls he'd erected in his own head, commenting idly on his days and nights. Will's last thought was Lecter's voice, telling him again to his back, "we're very much alike."
The change was so thought-consuming, Will didn't really know that he could describe it as painful. He lost himself in the monster, in the creature that Strix pushed him to become. His own mind, the thing about him Hannibal Lecter seemed to covet almost as much as he coveted Will's struggles to separate himself from the Abyss he stared down, was replaced by the all-consuming need for blood. Malice, anger, such horrible, twisting anger that was worse than the appearance that ripped out of the woman's body he was occupying.
Part bird and part woman, with a wicked beak, talons, and a terrible wingspan, Will's new appearance was perfectly suited for just what he'd planned to do.
Feast on Asgard. Tear everything to shreds. Leave nothing left breathing.