a/n: It's been a while, guys! I seriously love writing centric and underrated characters.
two face the Fear
I am filled with glee, seeing the cursed emotion scribbled messily all over the man's face as my gun is positioned just so. He makes a mistake showcasing it, for I strive for such a reaction.
There is nowhere to run and escape, and I purr like Dark Nation when he receives his favorite fish or catches a fast meal in between his paws.
I push the trigger with a callous free finger, eying the speedy bullet as it dashes into the man's head – blood pumping loudly in my ear with murderous intent, adrenaline rushing with blood lust.
His wretched blood stains and splats onto my once pristine white suit, and it resembles an abstract work of art – a startling red crimson against an immaculate white canvas. The sound of the gunshot drowns out and transforms into a fanfare, similar to the one I shall soon hear in Junon.
My hand falls slack; and the weapon drops onto the ground with a thud, an acidic flavor crawling up my throat while my fingers twitch as they please.
Tseng – simultaneously in the background, as still and solid and unresponsive as a rock - picks up the weapon with crisp new gloves, wiping off my prints with a white handkerchief and placing it within the dead man's hand.
There's a foreign yet familiar feeling bathing my body, but I merely force it back with my remaining self restraint, a smirk and flick of my hair.
I shall control the world with fear.