Isaac felt a half smile tug at his lip when Cora's hand squeezed his. He felt more calm with her here, as usual. Something about her made him feel safe. And soon...very soon...he'd know why that was.
Destiny came in, Cora announced the news and his gaze wandered to the silverfish under the glass...before he knew it Destiny had walked way too close to him and taken his face in her hands. His first instinct was to jerk away and he started to before he remembered what was going on and forced himself to sit still, staring up defiantly into her eyes. That defiance, however, was mixed with equal parts fear and panic. After a moment he felt some of the fight bleed out of him and she let him go.
Cora got behind him and he turned back to offer her a soft look...even he didn't really know what it was supposed to say. Or maybe he did...maybe they both did. But today wasn't the day for that. Another time.
"...Is this safe?" was his only response to whether or not he was ready...but one look at her after asking and he knew he didn't really want to know the answer. "You know what...just don't answer that." He sighed and nodded to her, unable to even get out a verbal agreement. What could he say? He didn't want this. He just wanted his alpha back.
The knife sank into his hand and he gritted his teeth hard, trying not to let out the yell of pain that rattled in his throat. So far this was expected and even though his body told him to move away from the pain, to throw up his hands and sink against the wall, he forced himself to stay as still as he could. The feeling of the knife leaving his flesh was a comfort in a way and he was starting to think that it hadn't been so bad...it would heal.
That was until she brought out the bug. "What are you--" the words were strained through gritted teeth and cut off short as the thing landed in the wound. The feeling of the tiny creature slithering into the searing open wound and underneath his skin was possibly the worst sensation he'd ever felt in his life. This time he couldn't hold back the scream and it had a less human quality to it, framed by long fangs and highlighted with bright golden eyes. His legs shot out to find foothold anywhere to push away from the pain but no matter how much he struggled, the pain was inside of him and he couldn't get away from it. All he could do was scream and thrash until the bug hit its destination.
He didn't feel much in the way of pain after that, it was something else now. He felt that same fear he was accustomed to but it was..and old fear...a familiar fear. He stopped thrashing in Cora's arms. All of the sudden it was like he was back home, sunk against the wall with blood running down his arm from fending off an attack. But it was his fault. It was always his fault. He'd messed up again, he dropped a glass while he was doing the dishes. It only made sense to be punished for it.
He was angry, he stood up and faced his dad the way any teen would...but that didn't stop the feelings of fear and apology from running like ice water through his veins, making him shake all over. He wanted to be angry, but it wasn't working. "It's just one glass, i'll buy another one." It wasn't enough, it was never enough.
His dad sighed Do we need to take this downstairs, son? I think we do. He felt the panic creep up and the anger die down.
"No i'm sorry, no no..." he was already in the box, listening to the lock click into place, his yelling changed from pleas to desperate screaming and he began to thrash again "NO NO NO LET ME OUT. I'M SORRY, PLEASE DAD I'M SORRY LET ME OUT." His fists pounded against the roof of the small box and he felt his mind slip away from him and into a dark place filled with screaming and then... no. No this wasn't right, this wasn't it....something in his head said Try Again.