You had never felt so much fear in your life; not even the time your home planet was destroyed maliciously by Faram Obius and you were retained within an ice capsule for over two hundred years could possibly even compare to the trembling motion you were in right now. Your heart was quivering, and your fingers never ceased their anxious, restive trembling - and it made it hard for you to give your everything into this match.

Ozrock wondered what in the galaxy was wrong with you.

This was your chance at fateful revenge - the only chance you'd ever get to control the galaxy, pin down the people who murdered your family without mercy, so why were you hesitating so much? You were beginning to become of no use to him, to the team, to the plan; the revenge. You trained rigorously together, and were now a perfect forward - nothing could possibly obstruct your path once you obtained the ball.

Why weren't you destroying those fucking brats standing in your way?

Icy fingers brushed against the nape of your neck from behind, and involuntarily you wheeled around on your spot to face Ozrock who held a dangerous intention smothered over his slanted green orbs, he also carried a sardonic grin that matched the insanity of a black abyss capturing his entity entirely. "What is it, Captain..?" you murmured out tight-lipped because you knew your raw emotions might get the best of you if you opened your mouth.

"Why..." he enunciated slowly while his hand trailed from your neck up to your hair before he roughly pulled on the [h/c] tresses, clenching them from within his tightly balled hand. It caused you to wince in pain, screw your eyes shut and act as if the pain fictitiously wasn't there because there would be trouble if you flashed more weakness now, and Ozrock effortlessly tugged you forward so you were a mere few inches from his face. "Why do you continue not to listen to me?!"

There was an uncharacteristic squeak from you as he barked that out, and you wanted to shrivel up and pretend as if you were still trapped within the confines of that capsule - at least then you wouldn't have this terror standing in front of you, this monstrous leader spitting in your face about dreams that were really nightmares. Swallowing thickly, you opened your mouth and spinelessly mumbled out an 'I'm sorry!' as he released his hold on your hair but that calloused hand instantly recoiled to grabbing your chin and tipping your head upwards.

He growled wickedly, seething as he grounded his jaw together in agitation, and he brought himself closer to you; pushing your body flush against his own while an arm snaked around your waist to trap you in place. "You're not; stop sitting nonsense," he criticized sharply, letting you know there was no room for disapproval right now.

Ozrock wanted two things currently: Revenge and You.

The satisfaction of voraciously taking over the galaxy and viciously crushing every mundane creature wasn't complete unless the precious you stood by his side - you had to be there, or else everything he worked so hard for wouldn't be perfect, arrant. His lips curved upwards into a sly, derisive smirk and it forced your heart to palpitate in fluctuation beats; that wasn't good, you thought to yourself.

His next words were dark, shadowy and sharp like a trenchant blade - it racked unwanted shivers to uncontrollably trail down your spine. "The only nonsense you're allowed to speak is when we have the galaxy writhing under us, pleading, bowing, obeying us - if you refuse that, I'll lock you away until you agree."

Grimly locking your lips together for an extremely passionate yet dreading kiss, Ozrock tightened his grip on you and found every single muscle in his arm tense as that pleasurable feeling swirled around in the pit of his stomach. He kept his eyes open, watching carefully as your [e/c] pools were awkwardly closed as you attempted to stave off something he didn't care about at the moment, and he unabashedly didn't give a lone care about the crowd of people gasping at the sight of you two.

The person whom you were scared of was kissing you, and you couldn't do anything but lifelessly pretend it was okay because of that alarming amount of fright swelling within you.

The future was dark for you no matter the outcome.

a/n; Thank you to everyone who reviewed, faved, and followed! Takes place during the last match, in case you're confused?! ww

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