Acid Reign : Genesis

Tooth’s shanty was a landfill in its own right. Weapons, working and not, piles of junk and items he had brought back from the Fringe were piled in every corner. The floor was covered with pieces of electronics and machinery leaving a maze of narrow walkways around the rooms.

Tear’s ran down Puck’s face, reflecting light from the red Freetown sign that blinked just outside the window. He looked at the white glow of Nucrea, wishing he were there, but that was there. The crack of a belt, followed by excruciating pain along his back, was Puck’s world right now.

The silhouette of a livid, frothing Tooth pulled the belt back and brought it down again on his son.

“You thure it wath Ripp’th Lilly?”

Puck reluctantly nodded that it was Lilly. He braced, expecting the next lash, but nothing came. He let out a sigh of relief and relaxed just as the belt flew through the air.