VOID
There were days I wished I had mystical powers. Not to heal. Not to protect. But to resurrect the dead.
And not because I missed anyone, no. I wanted to drag certain motherfuckers back to life just so I could kill them myself and make sure they truly understood the monster they tried to escape.
My thoughts were chaotic as I took in the sight before me. Three bodies, all laid horizontally beside me, their faces pale already.
Eric and Miles were flanking me, having been the ones that brought the bodies over. I couldn't go to the house myself since the location was blown and the enemies could just be around, waiting for me to show up.
The bodies before me were men from our failed mission. Men that didn't think twice before ending their lives just to f*****g escape me.
The plan I'd
