“You took everything from me… Why?” You plead, watery eyes meeting Thunderbird’s as they stand over you. Blood dripped from your split lip, rubble only moments away from covering you entirely, and the air left dirt in every crevice it could find.

Thunderbird chuckles darkly, hand wrapped over his bleeding stomach. He walks slow, limping as he makes his way towards you. He’s quick to fall down to your level, shaky knees unable to hold him for much longer.

“Because it’s fun.”