SoR8
I hadn't meant to make the girl cry, but dang! She evidentially didn't know a thing about privacy.
As I walked down the hall back toward the common room, I heard someone muttering. I ignored them and opened the fridge, pulling out a bottled beverage before heading back.
I could still remember being shoved into the glass box, Two-Face getting ready to induce a chemical into the box.
I was so distracted, I ran flat into someone. This 'someone' was huge though. Big enough to take on Bane and probably defeat him.
"Hey, Sammy." he dicho in an Italian accent. "Where's pretty girl?"
I didn't know what happened next. All I know is the drink is smashed on the floor, I'm heaving, and the guy is in the wall, moaning about his neck. Blood trickles into my eyes, but I ignore it. There are a dozen people looking at me in awe.
"Anybody else got a problem?" I growled.
No one responded.
"Damn, I dropped my drink."
I headed back to my room and washed off the cuts before bandaging them. The fight hadn't lasted long, but it had taken its toll. I was bruised and cut all over. I was going to be sore in the morning, but I wasn't about to let them think me weak.
"Revenge, report."
I sigh and walk over to the communicator. "Two-Face is the boss. Jazzman is a face."
"Do tu want out?"
I pause. It's tempting. I can get out and not have to worry about anything. Not face the memories and nightmares anymore. But why am I a hero then? o rather, pretending to be?
"Nah, I'll be good." I reply.
"Are tu sure?"
"No."
Because I know that he can still control me. He can still make me his mindless slave if he chooses.
And he can make me kill más than just my enemies.
I hadn't meant to make the girl cry, but dang! She evidentially didn't know a thing about privacy.
As I walked down the hall back toward the common room, I heard someone muttering. I ignored them and opened the fridge, pulling out a bottled beverage before heading back.
I could still remember being shoved into the glass box, Two-Face getting ready to induce a chemical into the box.
I was so distracted, I ran flat into someone. This 'someone' was huge though. Big enough to take on Bane and probably defeat him.
"Hey, Sammy." he dicho in an Italian accent. "Where's pretty girl?"
I didn't know what happened next. All I know is the drink is smashed on the floor, I'm heaving, and the guy is in the wall, moaning about his neck. Blood trickles into my eyes, but I ignore it. There are a dozen people looking at me in awe.
"Anybody else got a problem?" I growled.
No one responded.
"Damn, I dropped my drink."
I headed back to my room and washed off the cuts before bandaging them. The fight hadn't lasted long, but it had taken its toll. I was bruised and cut all over. I was going to be sore in the morning, but I wasn't about to let them think me weak.
"Revenge, report."
I sigh and walk over to the communicator. "Two-Face is the boss. Jazzman is a face."
"Do tu want out?"
I pause. It's tempting. I can get out and not have to worry about anything. Not face the memories and nightmares anymore. But why am I a hero then? o rather, pretending to be?
"Nah, I'll be good." I reply.
"Are tu sure?"
"No."
Because I know that he can still control me. He can still make me his mindless slave if he chooses.
And he can make me kill más than just my enemies.