Kadaj sneered in disgust at the massacred body that sat before him, blood drenching his clothes, face and Souba. “This whole little scenario could have been avoided if you just answered my damn question.” He hissed at the dead corpse as if he was waiting for a response. The teen knew these questions by heart. “Where is mother? Are you hiding her from us? Tell us where she is?” It was these qu...estions that where key to him finding her, they played in his head like a broken record. The male clung to his silver hair, his eyes widening which made his scars more visible. “I have to… I have to find her.” He uttered in defeat, curling into a ball on the floor as if he was shielding himself from the world. Was he really just a marionette to be controlled?
Posted on: Mon, 10 Jun 2013 01:14:51 +0000
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