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"The knife sank past soft flesh and tendon of this thigh, biting the bone like a hot blade to butter. Jack screamed, cutting himself on talons. Crimson bubbled, copper filling the air and sending shivers down Dick's back. It was always a thrill, a game, to see who would break. It was late nights of studying and taking apart human anatomy, practicing on live animals and finally, finally, dousing himself in the spray of his kills, gold to red and snap of bones on hard ground dulled out by the screams and gurgles of prey."[whumptober day twelve: part two of Birds of a Feather Die Together!]…