Drake
Iscreamed. The attack was incessant and never-ending. Russ ripped away everything that I’d built up and dug into my memories. He was relentless in finding those which would cause the greatest harm. Russ ensured I recalled every minor detail, even if I’d forgotten it.
Anguished, I watched Da die. Axel’s grief-stricken face flashed into my mind, and the pain rose, once again refreshed. I was a lost, scared teen who witnessed everything falling apart. What did I do now?
Phoe lay broken and damaged on the ground, and that was my fault. Phoe had fled after I’d been heartlessly cruel. Every wound she’d suffered was on my head. The image would never be forgotten. This was on my hands.
Harley’s skull was laid open. He lay in a coma for a year. My beautiful boy, alive but not with us. Never knowing if he’d open his eyes again. Despair and hopelessness filled me.
I flashed forward, and Silvie was attacked by Frenzy, and my daughter was taken. Serenity was stripped naked, beaten, and yet she’d won. Angrily fighting for her life, she’d kicked Frenzy’s ass. And we learned of Street Serenity, the alter-ego she kept hidden.
Hellfire blew up, and Fanatic was seriously injured. I’d no idea if he’d live or die and could only pace. Anxious about an enemy I couldn’t fight. Learning that Fanatic would only be able to live with constant medication. Unable to do anything to ease the pain Phoe suffered.
Ghost returned, bringing my sister, whom I’d no clue existed. Carmelle hated me, and so did my two nieces. They needed protection, and instead, I ignored them. How had I been so cruel? It had been hard to accept Arrow had moved on and had a relationship with someone.
We confronted Spike and Volcano and finally learned the depths of Fury’s depravity. Ambitiously fostering his own incestuous line.
Standing beside my brothers as Venomous Fangs rode towards RC. Knowing we were about to kill and be killed. The army riding for us terrified me, but I couldn’t show it. I had to stand and defend our city.
Funerals. One after another. Brother, family, friend, unknown. Heroes who’d fallen because of one man’s psychotic ambition. Barely healed, and ensuring I attended each one from the first to the last. It’s what I owed them.
Pain.
Fear.
Anger.
Desperation.
Grief.
Terror.
Hope.
Anxiety.
Self-doubt.
The urge to flee.
The desire to fight.
Hopelessness.
Horror.
Isolation.
Cowardice.
Inadequacy.
Hostility.
Enragement.
Russ Kennedy locked me in my mind and tortured me. He’d no intention of letting me go free. Images of the dead faces I’d seen flooded my thoughts. Glee hit when Russ discovered those who’d died at my hands. He’d use those against me and make sure everyone knew what a further murderer I was.
