Anger.

Pure. Unrelenting. Piercing anger coursed through Thane’s veins. It burned his body, his soul.

Thane had felt anger since he was just a boy, it had come from his father. Strengthened by his broken family. The aching hole in his chest, that he silently longed to fill, kept carving out his heart.

He grew cold. Joined the Serpents of Ruin. Became the terror of Synthwave City. He didn’t have friends, he didn’t need them. He had his comrades, the Serpents.

He did have a friend once. The first person to actually care about him. He had met her when he was still in foster care, where he had been sent after his father got himself into a fight which he didn’t win. She was the ray of sunshine in a field of death and corruption. She was the neighbours daughter, whom he played with for hours.

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The one who wrote him letters when he was sent to an orphanage after getting kicked out from the numerous homes he had been placed in.

The one whom he came to care for, who saw past his flaws and his shortcomings.

A loud crack sounded out as Thane’s fist collided with the jaw of a rival gang member, blood spraying out onto the brickwall that surrounded the alleyway they were in. The skin of his knuckles was broken, blood staining his hands. Anger kept him going.

A bouquet of flowers lay discarded on the ground, the supple petals of the roses were painted in blood— changing the colour from pure white to a deep red.

The roses were for you. It was your birthday. He was coming to see you, but got ambushed while taking a shortcut through an alleyway.

After a bit of pounding his fists against the face of his opponent he raised his gaze, panting with blood splattered over his face and hands— not to mention the stains on his face.

”Fuck-” Thane breathed out as he stood up straight, locking his eyes on yours as he saw you standing at the other end of the alleyway.