He was leaning on the doorway, his arms crossed and left foot against the frame. His scratched pixelated eyes glowed in the shadows of the corridor (he was in the doorway, but it leads into a corridor). The red Kevlar shirt, underneath a blue trench, was soaked in blood and ratted. His expression was gruff and uncaring. The blue trench coat was blood covered and chunks of it were cut away. He had long thick scars that crawled under from his neck to face. They were raw and red, still fresh from the battle.
He looked at a man, who was sitting across the cell on a metal cot. The man's gaze from the cement floor to him, his dull green eyes wavering from the light that hit them. His forest green hoodie, which was under a black trench coat, was ragged and blood created harsh brown circles around it. His black trench coat was cut at the ends and parts of it were also covered in the crimson-colored liquid.
His voice was strained (probably from lots of yelling) and gruff, but intimidating, "Hello, old friend. It's been awhile."
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One-Shot and Drabble Collection (New and Improved!)
FanfikceI've done this before and I failed. So let's try this again! Includes: ▫️Hamilton (coming soon) ▫️Be More Chill (coming soon) ▫️Eddsworld ▫️Gravity Falls ▫️DC Comics (mostly Dick Grayson and Deathstroke) ▫️OC (if I feel like it)
