Ford's Apprentice

Red

As Stan told of his past, Canis remembered. He didn't want to remember, but the memories came back to him in a flash. He saw Ruby, his little sister, Mum, Da, but mostly he saw red.

Red on the floor, splattered on the walls, pooling on the unforgiving tile floors. Red. On his hands. On their bodies, covering the pale skin of his family. Red. Bill laughing. Red. Ford finding him. Red. Streaming into his eye as he got the scar that now cut across his green eye. Red. Nooo! His old self said it as Bill took over his body. Red. As he watched himself kill them and could do nothing about it. Red. The color of pain, of death, of evil, of him.

He clenched his fists and the pain of his nails digging into his palms woke him.

He focused on the man's voice, but he didn't process the words. He saw himself again, shaking Bill's hand. If he had only known...

But he hadn't. That's why he hated not knowing. Knowledge was power. He would never become that again.

Never.

He would protect those who needed it and crush every single villain in this world.

If he died trying.