Aero sat in the darkness of his room. Thoughts of a certain hero came to his mind and he wanted to push them away. But she wouldn't leave his mind. The times he had gotten her. Those perfect moments had been spoiled da two people, one più than the other. Aero threw a dagger at one of the two pictures hanging on his wall. The dagger landed in the spinal area.
If the junior Flash had been real and not just a picture, he would have been paralyzed. Aero grabbed another dagger, throwing it at the other picture. Straight through the heart. He played with another dagger, cutting himself. He went up to the secondo picture, glaring at the girl on the paper.
She had always ruined his plans. She had always been the one to beat him. He needed to get rid of her. Then all he had was the Flash kid. He put his bleeding hand up to the picture.
“Enjoy her now, Becca. Cause when you're dead, I'll be able to keep her.”
Blood dripped onto the paper, running down it. Aero stared at the blood and could only wish it was her blood. He pulled the dagger out and looked to the other picture. Anger rushed through him and he pulled the dagger out, only to stab the picture several più times.
“You are weak and pathetic! Why would she want you?!”
Aero threw his daggers again, this time at the walls in particular. His breathing was heavy and he fixed his messed up hair. He regained his earlier composure. He grabbed a single dagger and walked out of the room.
His steps echoed down the hallways. He passed da several empty rooms, leaving a mark on each of the doors. He entered another chamber.
This one fondere, c'era un odore of rotting flesh, urine, and rusted metal. When te walked in there was a foul taste, as if blood and metal had jumped at you. The chamber was dark and silent, the moans of the prisoners seeming to die away. Aero took a torch and went over to a cell.
He kneeled at the barred door and looked at the blonde haired boy that was glaring at him with brown eyes. Aero smirked.
“Hello friend.” His blade flashed in the light. “Let's play.”
If the junior Flash had been real and not just a picture, he would have been paralyzed. Aero grabbed another dagger, throwing it at the other picture. Straight through the heart. He played with another dagger, cutting himself. He went up to the secondo picture, glaring at the girl on the paper.
She had always ruined his plans. She had always been the one to beat him. He needed to get rid of her. Then all he had was the Flash kid. He put his bleeding hand up to the picture.
“Enjoy her now, Becca. Cause when you're dead, I'll be able to keep her.”
Blood dripped onto the paper, running down it. Aero stared at the blood and could only wish it was her blood. He pulled the dagger out and looked to the other picture. Anger rushed through him and he pulled the dagger out, only to stab the picture several più times.
“You are weak and pathetic! Why would she want you?!”
Aero threw his daggers again, this time at the walls in particular. His breathing was heavy and he fixed his messed up hair. He regained his earlier composure. He grabbed a single dagger and walked out of the room.
His steps echoed down the hallways. He passed da several empty rooms, leaving a mark on each of the doors. He entered another chamber.
This one fondere, c'era un odore of rotting flesh, urine, and rusted metal. When te walked in there was a foul taste, as if blood and metal had jumped at you. The chamber was dark and silent, the moans of the prisoners seeming to die away. Aero took a torch and went over to a cell.
He kneeled at the barred door and looked at the blonde haired boy that was glaring at him with brown eyes. Aero smirked.
“Hello friend.” His blade flashed in the light. “Let's play.”
Blaze
Sky sat down and the beach and Steel sat behind her and wrapped his arms around her though he could barely feel her touch but he tried comforting her as tears spilled out of her eyes.
The New Adventures of Red Revenge
Episode One: Crimson Harvest
Prologue-
Sam tripped falling flat on his face in the mud. He stumbled up and continued running. Behind him he could hear the sound of a horse's hooves in hot pursuit and a mantello billowing through the grass.
"Pick up!" he whispered hoarsely into his microphone.
A rope leapt out at his ankles and tripped him.causing him to fall again. The grain in the field he was surrounded in clung to him. Sam rolled over to see Reaper's head blocking the crimson moon above. Reaper cocked a gun and pointed it at Sam's face.
"And now I finish it." he said, and pulled the trigger.
Episode One: Crimson Harvest
Prologue-
Sam tripped falling flat on his face in the mud. He stumbled up and continued running. Behind him he could hear the sound of a horse's hooves in hot pursuit and a mantello billowing through the grass.
"Pick up!" he whispered hoarsely into his microphone.
A rope leapt out at his ankles and tripped him.causing him to fall again. The grain in the field he was surrounded in clung to him. Sam rolled over to see Reaper's head blocking the crimson moon above. Reaper cocked a gun and pointed it at Sam's face.
"And now I finish it." he said, and pulled the trigger.
