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 kwa two people, one zaidi 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 sekunde 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 zaidi 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 kwa several empty rooms, leaving a mark on each of the doors. He entered another chamber.
This one smelt of rotting flesh, urine, and rusted metal. When wewe 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 sekunde 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 zaidi 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 kwa several empty rooms, leaving a mark on each of the doors. He entered another chamber.
This one smelt of rotting flesh, urine, and rusted metal. When wewe 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.”
I watch wewe stand,
wewe enjoy,
wewe spinn my head,
I know your name, Roy.
wewe cant hide,
I will find you,
A guy like you, should wear a warning.
I can see wewe now,
I can see wewe there,
Watching me,
But maybe, i dont care.
Your red hair,
Your eyes i can watch,
wewe upendo me,
Kick it up a notch?
Babe wewe cant have me,
I like to play hard to get,
wewe cant catch me,
I'll take my chance, its a bet.
I slip through wewe fingers everytime,
I kiss your lips,
I run through your hair,
With my finger tips.
And as my tohuge touched you,
I stood on the ledge, and fell back,
wewe try to catch,
But i slipp through.
Your face is stone cold,
But i know your mourning,
A guy like you,
Should wear a warning.
wewe enjoy,
wewe spinn my head,
I know your name, Roy.
wewe cant hide,
I will find you,
A guy like you, should wear a warning.
I can see wewe now,
I can see wewe there,
Watching me,
But maybe, i dont care.
Your red hair,
Your eyes i can watch,
wewe upendo me,
Kick it up a notch?
Babe wewe cant have me,
I like to play hard to get,
wewe cant catch me,
I'll take my chance, its a bet.
I slip through wewe fingers everytime,
I kiss your lips,
I run through your hair,
With my finger tips.
And as my tohuge touched you,
I stood on the ledge, and fell back,
wewe try to catch,
But i slipp through.
Your face is stone cold,
But i know your mourning,
A guy like you,
Should wear a warning.
I'm standing, i'm hiding,
wewe can't see me, invisible,
But i'm fighting.
I'm fighting on the inside,
I'm fighting with my heart,
wewe see me, whole,
But I know,
I'm falling, falling,
Apart.
Memories are going,
We are fighting, on the rooftop,
Close to falling, way up high,
Our silhouettes, shadows for,
The night sky.
You're tired, as am I
But one must win,
We won't give up,
Fighting, in pain, I
must end,
Now cry.
You've won, that's fine,
But wewe take pity, forget the fight,
wewe helped me, wewe saved me,
Gave me my light.
wewe can't see me, invisible,
But i'm fighting.
I'm fighting on the inside,
I'm fighting with my heart,
wewe see me, whole,
But I know,
I'm falling, falling,
Apart.
Memories are going,
We are fighting, on the rooftop,
Close to falling, way up high,
Our silhouettes, shadows for,
The night sky.
You're tired, as am I
But one must win,
We won't give up,
Fighting, in pain, I
must end,
Now cry.
You've won, that's fine,
But wewe take pity, forget the fight,
wewe helped me, wewe saved me,
Gave me my light.