After the events of the Nuclear Convention, Storm Shadow disappeared. The killing of Zartan hadn't helped him. The Hard Master was still dead, and he had a lot to think about. He was only sorry that Cobra Commander had escaped.
Welcome to Hell. He smiled bitterly at the prison warden's words, the words he had so readily parroted back when he had assisted the Commander's escape.
It hadn't occurred to him that he might already be there.
Fighting beside Snake Eyes had seemed so natural, so… so right that it had scared him. Steeped as he was in anger and hatred, he almost didn't know what it meant to be part of a team. It didn't even occur to him that he'd enjoyed being part of said team until after he'd left.
The Joes weren't bad people, he knew that now. He'd actually liked Lady Jaye, which was odd. He hadn't liked anyone since he'd been a child, before Zartan had shoved him off the path he'd been on, and onto another, a path of slow, self-destruction.
Now that he'd been absolved of his accused killing of the Master, he could concentrate on, other, more important things. Vengeance. He would see Cobra Commander dead. He might already be in Hell, but Storm Shadow will make sure he's not alone there.
Welcome to Hell.
G.I. Joe
Hi everyone! I'm trying something new and branching out from Star Wars. This oneshot might be a lead in for a longer, Storm Shadow-centric G.I. Joe fic that's been bouncing around in my head since I went to see Retaliation. Let me know what you think!
-CommChatter
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