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. Continue reading Fight or Flight
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. Continue reading A Bullet
Sweat seemed to be flowing over his skin, his breathing getting heavier with each shovel of soil. His mind was racing, unable to focus on a moment of memory for more than a second. Continue reading Dirt
The air was thicker here, filmed over by the crowd’s smoking. He coughed and the pain inside teetered on unbearable. Continue reading Pain Inside
Men were kneeling on the ground, some letting out faint whimpers. Echoing footsteps circled them in the shadows of the room. Continue reading Maniacal