The power of pain

Threatening Hero

     Unter "Slug" Slys sat cross legged at the meeting, right next to the dangerous bear, muzzled and snarling. Clementia sat next to him, yelling something he couldn't bother following as WH stroked a hand down his back.
     Another comment about him being dangerous. He clenched his jaw and balled his fists. He dared not speak up, for he would yell and threaten. Biting his tongue, he breathed out shakily.
     He began his breathing exercises to calm himself, excusing himself to calm down. He was insulted, he felt beneath them, humiliated. His projects all credited to White Hat due to him looking scary, being scary.
     White Hat would never gain his trust. He didn't come here to be a hero, he came here to prove a point. White Hat, no matter how kind and polite he may have seemed, was an eldritch.
     He knew what they were. Creatures of horror, of destruction. He knew because in his previous job, they had tried to tame them.
     They weren't to be tamed, to be befriended. It was inevitable, if he didn't succeed everyone would fall to White Hat. He was powerful, Slug could just feel it within his thin bones.
     If he couldn't banish him to the void, it would all be over.
   Lighting a cigarette, he crossed his legs, fixing that stupid dress shirt.
     He would not wait for White Hat to strike. For when he would strike, all would die.