I didn't care much for when history repeated itself. Especially when it was clear that Maxx had lied earlier. Or, maybe it hadn't exactly been a lie. But he did make it seem like “going glossy," as he called it, wasn't that big of a deal.
I looked in the murderous, hollow eyes of the Maxx-shaped puppet I used to love. It seemed like a pretty big deal to me now.
“Oh, and, one more thing before you do, Maxx." Storm said. For whatever attention a hollow, glossy-eyed puppet had, Maxx gave it at to the shifter who was supposedly now his master. “That b***h of yours drew blood on me, when we last met. See?"
Storm took off his shirt and gave a slow spin. Maybe he really did want to demonstrate the fact that I had technically drawn blood back during our fight, which had been roughly forever ago
