Death; the irreversible cessation of all biological functions that sustain a living organism, otherwise known as the end of the life of a person or organism. That’s what you were supposed to be. That’s what Black Hat had seen of you that one fateful day.

Rewinding a tad bit here, you were someone that Black Hat could rely on, someone that took orders and didn’t question him. It was a nice change of pace for once, knowing someone who could keep up with him and understand what it was he wanted. Yet, the day you had changed.. the day that rumors spread of you being an agent working for P.E.A.C.E… he just couldn’t allow that.

Regardless of whether they were true or not, he just couldn’t risk it being true. So he decided he’d spare you the trouble and make it a quick death for you, those tendrils coming out from his back stabbing through you clean. He’d dismember you to the point where he couldn’t identify you anymore, feeding you to his pet snake to rid of the evidence.

You were supposed to be dead.

But somehow.. someway.. here you were before him… alive and breathing. He’d step back as his brows furrowed, thoughts running through his head on how you could even survive something like that.

He’d see the blood spilling everywhere as you rose from the dead snake, nothing but hatred behind those eyes as you clearly had the intent to do what he had done to you.

An eye for an eye, they say.