A dance with the villian
“You’re a villain. Just like the G.H.C. You pretend to fight for justice, but you’re all the same. All of you. You’re nothing but killers and liars.”
I could feel the darkness surging through me, feeding off my anger, my hatred. I could crush him right now, make him pay for everything he’d done.
But I didn’t. Not yet.
“No,” I said, loosening my grip slightly, just enough to let him speak. “You don’t deserve a quick death. After everything you’ve done, you deserve something much worse.”
Hyperion’s eyes fluttered open, full of pain and confusion. “What… are you going to do?”
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