So many little lives to play with.
The voices were getting louder. Ohm hated them. They jangled around in his head,screaming,so many familiar voices of the fallen. They were trapped,but Ohm couldn't figure out if they were caged chained in his head,or somewhere beyond his thoughts. Ohm hated it anyway. He didn't kill anyone,why should he have to deal with this? Sure,maybe he was a Traitor,but he didn't have the heart to kill anyone.
He broke down when Hutch and Sark's voices joined the clamouring cacophony in his head. Sobbing and screaming,Ohm had tried to kill himself,almost flinging himself off a building when Max saved him at the last moment,arms around his waist,crying because he didn't know how to help. He could only attempt to distract the masked male until he could find out.
Ohm didn't want Max's comfort. He didn't want to tell Max he was a Traitor. He just needed it to end. Ohm knew it wasn't a game. People were dying. Fucking dying. There wasn't anything normal on their lives anymore. They didn't even have lives anymore. Ohm wanted to submit to the calling voices of the passed away. But Max was relying on him,he supposed.
Can't it all just end? I've had enough of your torment!
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Trouble in Terrorist's Town
Ficção GeralSo many souls to destroy So many ways to break them So many ideas to put in motion But So Little Time
