My heart pounded as I stood there in the dark. My clenched sweaty palms as my knuckles turn white. I pounded the figure in front of me, not caring about the pain filled groan it let out.
I drew back my fist again, swinging another punch at the thing. Sweat formed on my brow, indicating the pressuring heat in the room. I punched it again, not caring about the blood on my knuckles. Weather it was mine or my opponents, I didn't know.
I broke to my knees, letting all of the pain weigh me down. What have I done?
...I really don't know... In my mind I was thinking this person was Wally, but it could really be anyone.
I don't like this one as much, but angst stories/ficlets/oneshots come naturally to me.
This one's for Sweetness ninja who requested characters fighting. Sorry if it's not exactly what you had in mind, but I tried.
I still need ideas...
RBH