Ian was going in and out of consciousness for a bit, the only things he could really focus on was Utano's screaming and Sigma helping him down the hallway, though it was all a blur for a while. That is, until he felt needles slip into his heart and brain. That woke him up just in time to the meet the horrid monstrosity roaring into his face before clamping its misshapen jaws into his leg, causing Ian's breath to hitch as the pain tore through his body. His teeth clenched together as it was torn backwards by the harpoons in it's back, taking a rather large chunk of his thigh with it. 

It took everything Ian had not to scream as it happened, the mixture of pain and fear almost overwhelming him. But one thing was stronger than his fear of the monster, and that was the strength of will he had spent his entire life cultivating. He wasn't going to give Lorenzo the satisfaction, not today.

"Interesting pet, Lorenzo, was he this butt ugly when you captured him, or was that your handiwork?" Ian chuckled, a cold sweat making it's way down his face as his heart seemed like it was going explode from how fast it seemed to be beating. The second time the beast came at  him, he didn't let out a sound, his face scrunched up in a look of intense agony. Yet he stayed silent, actually spitting a mix of blood and saliva into the creature's eye. The only sound thay followed was that of his bones breaking, the pain causing him to clench his fist, a muffled groan scraping out of his throat. 

Ian could hardly think, it took every drop of his will to keep from screaming out from the pain, and it was only barely keeping him from breaking. But to him, that was enough. He was being pushed to his limit, probably beyond his limit, and he wouldn't lie, some part of him was actually enjoying this. Not the pain, not the intensity, but the fact that he had every reason to believe that he would die from this, it set his adrenaline racing through his veins. This was the biggest rush he had ever been on, the closest he'd ever felt to the edge between life and death, and deep down in his subconscious mind, he wanted to cross the border, to let go off his earthly ties and see if there was anything on the other side of mortality.

Ian looked up to look Lorenzo right in the eyes, pulling a smile that spoke of defiance and insanity. Ian was almost convinced he was going to die today, and if he was, he wasn't going to let this sadistic fucker break him. Maybe it was the intense pain addling his mind, maybe he was just this crazy, but he was going to be defiant to the end. If he was going to die today, he wasn't going meekly into the darkness of the void. He was going to stride in with his head held high. 

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