[Brenner is not given to fear like most; certainly, it exists in him now—why wouldn’t it, given the fate about to be doled out to him by Alec?—but he’s the sort of man to dig his heels in, face it head-on and let it the consequences tear through him and hope that he’s strong enough, stubborn enough, to survive.
It’s worked often in the past.
It won’t this time.
Enough electricity, and it’ll stop the heart. Fry the brain. Cook the skin, leaving behind searing third-degree burns crawling in strange patterns, like vines spreading across the flesh. He knows this, medically and scientifically — but now he gets to experience it, and not even really remain cognizant enough to assess what’s happening.
Because, in those fleeting seconds of awareness, he just feels white-hot pain, born of an energy unlike anything he’s seen before. Alec might as well have torn a hole in his chest, because the feeling must be the same, he thinks. It’s really the only thing that exists in his mind as the lightning bolt wracks every atom in his body with electricity. That and, strangely, Henry’s face; his first day in the lab, alone and scared and morose, but eyes that he knew were brimming with so much potential—
And that’s it. He simply cannot survive longer than that, the human body was not made for it. He crumples to the floor, singed and smelling of burnt flesh, amongst the pile of refuse Alec tossed him in. He doesn’t move and he won't ever be getting up.]
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It’s worked often in the past.
It won’t this time.
Enough electricity, and it’ll stop the heart. Fry the brain. Cook the skin, leaving behind searing third-degree burns crawling in strange patterns, like vines spreading across the flesh. He knows this, medically and scientifically — but now he gets to experience it, and not even really remain cognizant enough to assess what’s happening.
Because, in those fleeting seconds of awareness, he just feels white-hot pain, born of an energy unlike anything he’s seen before. Alec might as well have torn a hole in his chest, because the feeling must be the same, he thinks. It’s really the only thing that exists in his mind as the lightning bolt wracks every atom in his body with electricity. That and, strangely, Henry’s face; his first day in the lab, alone and scared and morose, but eyes that he knew were brimming with so much potential—
And that’s it. He simply cannot survive longer than that, the human body was not made for it. He crumples to the floor, singed and smelling of burnt flesh, amongst the pile of refuse Alec tossed him in. He doesn’t move and he won't ever be getting up.]