Howard's Fear
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Howard walked through the door and into a small empty room. Empty except-
“Sarna!?”
In the corner sat Sarna, curled up against the wall. Ze looked ragged: black hair overgrown and horribly matted covered hir face, hir pale skin was devoid of all color it ever had, and ze was wearing the same dress he saw on hir 10 minutes ago but it looked like it hadn’t been washed in years. Howard went to his friend.
“Sarna,” he said wiping the hair out of hir face, “What the hell?”
Sarna looked up and sneered, “Back so soon?”
Howard stumbled back- Soti!
“Do not feign ignorance with me, Stark- Rogers!” Soti snarled holding up Sarna’s forearms showing symbols Howard had never seen before, “You and your friends bonded me into this body years ago, the bitch thought ze could suppress me. Did not work out so well did it?”
Howard’s breath hitched. No! Sarna was in the room on his left safe and sound.
“I can feel hir now clawing for control,” Soti laughed, “Oh, I have had enough time to figure out how control this magic that runs through this body, how to work around this binding spell. Not that you ever cared to come and see how your little lover was doing.”
Howard felt his back press up againt the wall. Fuck.
“This,” Soti said in Sarna’s voice, hands glowing green, “Is going to be so much fun.”