In the eyes of a Killer
He walked down the dark ally way, the only thing visible being his piercing red eyes. He smirked as he heard sirens about a mile away.
It was useless, really.
Useless.
A lot of things were useless in his eyes, actually. Running away, for example; useless.
Especially when your Indestructible.
That's why he casually strolled back to his 'home', whistling and casually looking about every now and then. He chuckled darkly at the whole situation, then let it fade back into his trademark smirk.
Nothing was more useless than searching for a villain that you could never defeat in the first place. No one, not even his brothers.
His brothers were equal to his physical strength, maybe. But definitely not his mental strength. They wouldn't think to pick their hideout underground, or even have a back up hideout, just in case things got...messy.
Which, was nearly impossible these days anyway, but still. You never know...
"Whats the worst they could do? Handcuff us? Shoot us? Seriously, Brick." His raven haired brother had said when he brought up the subject.
He had answered with a simple shrug and a 'Just in case.' Though, that's not entirely the reason...
He shook his head.
Useless thoughts. Just...plain...stupid, useless, thoughts.
'Those sort of things are reserved for Boomer' He thought to himself bitterly.
Boomer, his other brother, was, in many ways, the weak link. And in Brick's eyes, useless. It may seem cruel to think such crude thoughts about his own brother, but he just couldn't help it. No matter how many hours of pure torture, training, and sweat was produced, he'd always be weak.
Brick didn't tolerate weak.
So, he was left with these cruel thoughts as a result. Once again, he just couldn't help it.
Once he arrived at his destination, he looked around for a minute or too, making sure to use his X-ray vision, advanced hearing and sight to make sure no one was close.
Then, lifted up the sewer cap, and hopped in. He then decided walking was, well, useless at this point.
So, he began to float over to a thick medal door, which couldn't be moved by 7 grown men.
He swung it open with ease.
He went through about 4 more doors before opening the last one. Inside was a decent looking room. It had brick walls, with cement flooring, a flat-screen in the corner, and a couch in the center. Lastly, there were two teenage boys lounging on the couch, one watching wrestling on the TV, the other playing with a string of hair. Once there leader had entered, though, all attention was on him.
He smirked.
It was good to be the boss.
Ta-Da! I made this a long time ago, wanting to make it into a huge story. But, then i decided to make, Counteract instead. So, this poor guy just got thrown in the volt.
Review, and if you liked this, go check out my story, Counteract :3