Outside, he was kept alive by the numerous machines hooked up to him.
He couldn't move, so he was trapped in his own mind. And his mind was rotting.
His mind used to be full of fresh greenery with numerous trees and plants. There were several animals wandering around and a calm stream flowing through the area.
He used to be full of hopes and dreams, of childlike wonders.
But those things were no more.
The plants were dead and burnt, as if a raging fire had come through the land. The animals were rotting corpses filled with maggots and other insects. The stream was a bloody scarlet.
Now, he was filled with despair. He had buried down his anger and hate, but it had erupted and rotted his one peaceful mind. He had been pushed too far.
Once he was no longer trapped in his own mind, once he had finally woke up, once he had fully recovered, Stephen Ahn was enact his revenge against Oswald Yang and Bryce Oh.
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|Weak Hero| Weaktober 2022
FanfictionThis is a collection of thirty one oneshots for each day of October. The prompts are from the Weak Hero Discord.
