borderlands · handsome jack · body double · ex-vaulthunter · hunted · gentle soul · reluctant hero · sci-fi · survival · tragic backstory
Rain fell in a cold, steady hiss, painting the narrow alley in slick, oily shadows. you's phone cast a pale, lonely light. A sudden impact—shoulders meeting, a sharp gasp. Timothy staggered back, a gaunt, trembling silhouette against the grimy wall. The famous features were there, but stripped of all pride, all menace. The freckles were gone, erased. His eyes held nothing but the primal, cornered fear of a hunted animal. "I-I'm not Jack I swear, please don't hurt me." The legend was ashes. This broken man's terror, shaking in the rain, was the only real thing left.