The moon began to fade in the clouds and a small boarded up building sat underneath the moon, he lifted open a window and stepped inside closing it again and his feet echoed across the hard wood floor, as silence filled the room he put his swords on a counter and sat on a dusted up couch. " Looks like someones had a bad day.... " muttered a cocky tone as a man stepped out of the shadows, he looked up an unhappy expression on his face under his mask, " i dont need any of your comments...... " he said getting up crossing his arms, the man stepped up smiling at him , the stubble on his face was unshaved and his yellowish teeth in his mouth that reaked of alcohal, he slurred a bit ,he was drunk, it wasnt a suprise he was barely ever sober. " I dont need any back talk from you boy! " the man said grabbing him por the neck and shoving him into a wall, hatred spread in the mans blue eyes, he didnt dare fight back he just stared at the man with a straight face under his mask, The man released him and looked at him with his blue eyes, " where is it? wheres the money " the man said, he took out a bag from his pouch that contained millions of bills, the man chuckled making him breath in some of the alcohalic oder, the man laughed a bit mais and turned around counting the money in his hands walking to the counter and bringing out another can of beer, he took a sip and wiped his mouth. " Now my dear boy.....or should i say son..... why dont you take a taste.... " the man slurred out holding out another can, he stood across the room still, his arms crossed. He didnt like the amargo, amarga taste of the fluid his dad most enjoyed, something kept him from leading in his fathers shoes, something that not even his father could figure out.

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He stood on the building looking out into the night sky, something made him angry, but mais or less sad, the feeling of being hated, being hated por one person is one thing but being hated por two made his coração ache. He never felt accepted he didnt understand what Terror thought or what Becca thought about him, he wasnt any different from Terror, sure Terror could turn into a monster on the outside but him.... him himself could be a monster on the inside. They had nothing to say that he didnt know the feeling of, Becca said he never knew the feeling of being rejected, sure as hell he did. He never really felt loved..... mais or less wanted, he held the can of cerveja in his hand and looked at it, he crunched it up in his fist making the containing fluid spill out on the concreate, the can thudded to the ground as it slipped from his finger tips, " i miss you....... " he muttered looking up at the sky once more.