Space Cases
Reaver
PG
Death would be to good for me.
The self appointed Space Pirate raised his fist high in the air, and brought it down harder into the vulnerable stomach of one Seth Goddard. This is it. Those high and mighty bastards will expel me for sure. His best friend, crumpled in a heap at his feet, looked up at him through a tear stained youthful face. Bruises already forming over his eyes and cheeks. The question 'why' seeping out of every pore.
Because you're too soft. You'll never make it out there on your own. This is for your own good. You don't hate enough, Seth. I'll give you a reason to be strong.
His fist collided once more with Seth's jaw, and the boy dropped with a sickening thud, unconscious. Reaver boarded the pod nearby. He heard the loud adult voices nearing the hall to the port. One more glance at his companion, who still lay battered in the middle of the floor, and he shut the door.
Death's to good for me.
