Where is running to? Where has he always run to? Always the same.
Revenge is key. Revenge is the goal. Revenge a flickering bright light in the back of his skull.
Always there, always present, always pulling him back, back, back to where he's supposed to be when he deviates.
When he deviates. When things deviate. When people worm their way into his life and try to pressure him back, pressure him away, take him as one of their own into palaces where they ally with him, stand back to back without seeing the knife in his hand that
stabs and stabs and stabs.
And when they stand by his side in a blood soaked yard, fight after fight.
over and over.
He wants to see her suffer. Loki wants to rip her apart. Akechi wants to smash her skull in. Every piece of her scattered across the realities she creates and destroys. ]
I'm so sick of your high and mighty bullshit! Stop taunting me and shut up!
[And he attacks the cracks in reality - again and again and again. Every ability in his arsenal in rapid succession - the best he can. The most he can. Stamina draining - rapid and swift.
He can't beat her here.
Can't beat her in the true reality.
Can still press a gun to her head easier than he can fight gravity. There is better. There he can win. There he isn't trapped in a cage of her making, bars digging into his flesh as it crushes.]
cw: violent thoughts, violence
You don't get your way
Where is running to? Where has he always run to? Always the same.
Revenge is key. Revenge is the goal. Revenge a flickering bright light in the back of his skull.
Always there, always present, always pulling him back, back, back to where he's supposed to be when he deviates.When he deviates. When things deviate. When people worm their way into his life and try to pressure him back, pressure him away, take him as one of their own into palaces where they ally with him, stand back to back without seeing the knife in his hand that
stabs and stabs and stabs.
And when they stand by his side in a blood soaked yard, fight after fight.
over and over.
He wants to see her suffer. Loki wants to rip her apart. Akechi wants to smash her skull in. Every piece of her scattered across the realities she creates and destroys. ]I'm so sick of your high and mighty bullshit! Stop taunting me and shut up!
[And he attacks the cracks in reality - again and again and again. Every ability in his arsenal in rapid succession - the best he can. The most he can. Stamina draining - rapid and swift.
He can't beat her here.
Can't beat her in the true reality.
Can still press a gun to her head easier than he can fight gravity. There is better. There he can win. There he isn't trapped in a cage of her making, bars digging into his flesh as it crushes.]
Go to hell!