The cold winter breeze blew by his shoulders. It wrapped itself around him, like it was the greeting of an old friend. It was bitter, frigid, dark. The only things he’d ever known. His only companions in this ruthless world.
He’d be denying himself if he said it didn’t hurt. If he said it never hurt. There’s nothing quite like the deep hole in your chest you feel for the majority of your life. That knowing that no one will ever love you. But eventually, that hole becomes apart of you. A deep endless depth that buries itself deep into your soul. A depth that, no matter how painful, will never find its matching puzzle piece.
His shoulders stood broad, begging him to stay strong. That heavy feeling his chest, however, always fought to counter. What usually presented itself as an intense rage, a lonely sadness lurked underneath. He wanted to cry.
Crying wasn’t an option. He took a deep breath in, feeling that familiar bitterness of the cold as it burned against his throat. After four fruitless years, he could finally stand a free man. But how distasteful, to be released from prison in December. Families coddled together to stay warm. Spirits rising thanks to the holidays. A feeling he was never granted the privilege of. He hated December.
There were few things that stood taller than his hate for the winter season. One of those things being the RHU. An organization that cast him aside like he was nothing. An organization that would act as if his feelings of revenge were all a mystery. But this Mystery would come back to haunt them. This Mystery would finally get his revenge.
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Crimes in Caster
MizahKicked from citywide vigilante organization known as The RHU, Tevin Cantony is determined to get back in. He's prepared to do anything in his power to do so, even going as far as recruiting Caster City's biggest nuisance, the thief known as "Vulpes."
