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 by two people, one еще 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 секунда 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 еще 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 by several empty rooms, leaving a mark on each of the doors. He entered another chamber.
This one плавить, корюшка of rotting flesh, urine, and rusted metal. When Ты 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.”