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Originally Posted by Sasukewolf (madness)
He smiles “ easy as hell. Having some ripped off isn’t special kid. “ he says as he begins to open his shirt showing a huge almost burnt like scar on his side. “ still hurts like hell but I got it from something other that huge little bombs. The wolf did it to me and a blind rage, he was mad that day well it’s to be expected his star did try to.. you know give up weakly on life just because little wolf wasn’t there to play!” |
”Oh, and getting in a stupid fight is?” Tord remarked, laughing. “Maybe you won’t be saying that once something you treasure is ripped away,” His voice suddenly turned cold, the small boy in pastels beginning to advance, anger glistening in his eyes, a flick of insanity appearing as well. Parts of him were screaming to stop, but they were just the voices in his ears, things he had gotten used to. “I might be a narcissist, or I might seem like one, and I know that everyone has something they love, whether it’s someone else, or themselves, or their life.” He said coldly. “One of the last things I loved? My life,” He said coldly. “Ripped away. My own body? Also ripped away of me,” Pulling his hands behind his back, he tried to control himself, while also just letting words stream out his mouth. “So? What exactly do you care for? I know it’s not your children, they all seem to hate you, and I could see why,” He said, a smile returning to his face, though something wicked was behind it. “No one could truely love an asshole like you.” he hissed. “So what is it? What keeps you going every day?” he asked, his face going emotionless.