flash fiction

Fight or Flight

Clawed hands reached out towards him, the figure shrouded in black smoke. Angelo’s gloves were already glowing blue. His eyes gleamed the same blue, almost illuminating the room around him. 

A Bullet

Chains bound to his wrists clinked as he shook with rage on his knees.

“All you need to do is give me the names,” another man said coolly as he peered through the scope of his rifle. Which was now purposely pointed out the smashed window.

Dirt

He paused as he stared at the scene around him. The smirk he felt creep onto his face disgusted him.

Pain Inside

The air was thicker here, filmed over by the crowd’s smoking. He coughed and the pain inside teetered on painful.

Maniacal

Men were kneeling on the ground, some letting out faint whimpers. Echoing footsteps circled them in the shadows of the room.