"Is this the end of the great fate breaker?" They snickered,mocked and pointed.
The lone chained figure surrounded by thousands of loathsome eyes glared back fearlessly.
As he Always has.
"I tire of your games ????" Once he said the name of his captors the world seemed to glitch and the name itself sounded only like static.
"You tire of our games? You talk tough for a mere captive boy." The unknown being spat the words out with venom there was a clear hatred here.
"I won't be here much longer,we both know that." The words were said in such a tone that his captors went silent.
"And when I'm out,when I'm free...I swear on my name,Y/n,Fatebreaker,any of your choosing.." Y/n glared up at the thousands of eyes again.
"I will hunt every. Single. One of you down." The dark sky began to rumble as he finished speaking.
Then as if to punish him y/n was struck.
Unable to fight back all he could do was glare and grit his teeth through the pain.
Only one thought keeping his mind together.
"I'll come back to you, Powder."
Said person was having a dream.
No.
This was a memory.
A memory of a moment with her beloved.
Powder had been feeling down,she lay on the cot she had nudged in the edge of her workshop.
This was her secret spot,where she came when she didn't want to be bothered,even vi didn't know about this place.
She sighed and played with a little monkey wound up toy.
Everytime they seemed to get closer he would pull away.
Why?
Was she not attractive enough?
Was she doing something wrong?
She felt her lip begin to quiver at the thought of her budding AND failing relationship with y/n.
At the sound of someone walking into her safe space she grabbed a nearby wrench and prepared herself for the intruder.
When y/n walked into view she let loose a breath of relief which was quickly replaced by a solid glare.
"How did you-" she cut herself off too frustrated with the man to deal with it at the moment.
"Leave." She said her glare firmly set on him.
"Powder-" he tried but she cut him off.
"I don't want to talk to you, leave." She laid back in her cot and turned her back to him.
She'd seen a glimpse of hurt flash on his face and immediately regretted her words.
She was allowed to be upset too right?
She felt as if he was playing with her luring her into a moment packed with the rage of attraction,a longing so strong she felt like he'd take her where she stood then suddenly he pulls away as if disgusted he had even thought of doing it.
She heard him step closer and kneel on the side of the cot beside her.
She refused to move,to face him.
