Disclaimer: If I owned X-Nation, a lot would have been different.

A/N: originally written for the 2099UGR drabble challenge.

Unleashed

There was a time when Wulff had control, when the animal inside could be tamed, even if it were only for a short time.

Things are different now.

There's a rat scurrying beyond the bars of his cell. He watches, waits, strikes. The pitiful creature never knows what hits it until his fangs are sinking in, tearing through, and ripping it apart. He eats and drinks of the small body greedily.

Something inside churns, aches, because he knows this isn't right, but he can't quite help himself anymore. He is raw and savage and ugly now.

There is no control.