void/vɔɪd/
a completely empty space.
"the black void of space"
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Hades Frock also known and only referred to as 'Void' is a world-class assassin, with his boyishly handsome looks and a deadly pair of hands he's the one you would least expe...
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"Grieving, grieving, constantly grieving. I mourn what could have been, what will not be, what I can't save"
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A few days flew by and Void was really starting to hate this place more than usual.
He hasn't got any missions in days, Rico was constantly being a pain in the fucking ass by appearing everywhere and Void began to suspect he was being stalked by him, the boss had left for a business trip and now all he has left is to rest among some small help outs around the house and do his best to avoid everyone.
Void's fists forcefully slammed into the punching bag the snaps of leather filling the room as he let out all of his emotions into his fists thinking about a certain person that ruined his life. He could feel the bubbling anger rising in him and climbing its way up as his punches grew harsher and harsher the bag swinging back and forth from the force of his skilled punches. Void could feel the pain shooting through his knuckles but he ignored it, clenching his jaw as he continued to pound his fists into the bag until red spots smudged themselves on the bright yellow bag and just then he realized his knuckles are bleeding. Finishing off by twisting his body sideways and kicking the bag, making it unhook and connect with the tiled floor in a loud bang.
Void's breaths came out in erratic pants and he winced as he unbandaged his bloody knuckles, walking to the bench grabbing his towel. It isn't until Void looked up in the wall lenght mirror in front of him that he noticed Mayhem leaning on the entrance of the gym watching him. When they made eye contact Mayhem straightened up and walked over to Void his hands in his pockets.
"You killed that bag now help me remove the body." Mayhem chuckled amusingly earning a small smile from Void.
They hooked the bag back up with the help of Mayhems tall figure and Void went back to the bench to gather his stuff. Grabbing his bag he slung it over his shoulder and grabbed the towel in his hand.
"You know you can talk to me instead of destroying your knuckles." Mayhem placed a firm hand on Void's shoulder and Void let out a long tired sigh refusing to meet Mayhem's gaze that was now searching his face.
"I'm tired of talking about it. Talking in general. I don't want to get attached to more people because you know what happens every time someone gets close to me." Void explained rubbing the back of his neck pain shooting through his hand from his bloody knuckles.
"Ay I got close to you and I'm still here. Don't be so closed off or you're gonna miss out on life. You are still young Void you still have a chance, you just have to let people in." Mayhem patted his shoulder sympathetically walking them out of the gym door into a dimly lit hallway.
