Just an angst-bucket of a Zero fic. No Spoilers. I hope you enjoy!
Zero hated them.
His chest rose and fell as he paced. His finders twitched restlessly, his gun a secure weight in his pocket. His tapping feet irritated him, but he couldn't sit down. Wouldn't sit down.
Zero hated them.
His pale eyes searched for something breakable, finally settling on the decorative pillar in the corner of the room. Before he could comprehend that he was moving, his fist was connecting with cool marble. It splintered, driving sharp shards if the rock into his flesh.
Zero hated them.
He swung back again, fist connecting with stone with as much of his ample strength as he could muster. His skin split in a clean line, blood flowing freely. His senses jumped to life, heightening the metallic tang of the blood in his nostrils.
Zero hated them.
He sank to his knees, angry tears spilling over. The gun glinted and clicked as he pulled it roughly from his pocket, fixing it under his chin.
Zero hated them.
He squeezed the trigger, slamming his eyes shut, salty drops falling to the floor.
Zero hated them.
He gasped. He couldn't do it.
Zero hated them…hated himself.
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