Chapter Thirty Three

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One eye opened following another. The room was dark and the heavy coat of dust burned his nose. The man growled, slowly pushing himself, and the concrete floor on top of him, off the ground. Once his joints locked and his body tilted to the side the man was able to push the giant slab off of him and send it crashing into a basement wall. That same man got to his feet, rolled his shoulders and used one hand to pound at the side of his head. Like water, two bullets fell out and clattered against the floor. He wiped the blood off his temple with the back of his hand, the red mess closing and ceasing soon after.

This man was Deceit.

The snake looked up to the floors above him, scarcely recalling much after the shots rang out. Honestly, he didn't really expect it, but nevertheless, things would still fall into place. Logan created the destruction, Patton honed the destruction and Roman routed it across the country. Virgil was the only one left. He needed Virgil's cooperation. 

Deceit sighed, listening to the pleasent screams that radiated six stories up. The sound was familiar to him, acting as a wave of nostalgia as the Villian ground his feet against the floor. In one swift motion, the snake leaped, rising just above the next floor and stepping onto it before gravity could pull him down. Not that that controlled him anymore. 

He strolled down the hall, pausing only once to draw his leg back and kick the back door. The door buckled, practically being blown off by the wind that swirled around his leg and pushed open the door. Not that the wind bothered him anymore...

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