Casey’s hand brushed against his chest before jerking back when a stinging pain stunned his body, blood painting the tips of his trembling fingers. He couldn’t focus as his vision went blurry and his mind filled with cotton.

His entire body hurt and ached as a small puddle of blood started forming around him. Tears leaked out of the corner of his eyes, slipping down his pale cheeks that were covered with a mask.

He felt a burst of dread & fear overcome his previously confused state.

He was going to die.

He had no one coming to help him. He shouldn’t have listened when his mentor sent him on a mission with a infamous villain. He was just a fucking kid, he couldn’t die, so why was he dying? Why now? He listened, he did everything right.. how was this fair?