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"Y-You think... You think I-I need an au-audience?"
The Chosen's knee slammed the dirt and concrete below, as did his fist. If he had any teeth left to grit, he surely would have, but settled for gumming himself to bleed again as always.
"Ghaaaaaah....!. FUCK THEM! I'M A SURVIVOR. I-I'LL L-LIVE FOREVER! THISH-- THIS IS J-JUHST A F-FA-C-CKING SCRATCH! I DON'T NEED ANYONE TO WITNESS ME, DOGS DON'T F-FUCKING WAIT FOR SOMEONE TO WATCH TH-THEM TEAR A CAT IN HHU-HALF! IT'S SU-SURVIVAL OF THE FITTEST, HAPPENING E-EVERYWHERE, EVEN W-WHERE YOU DON'T LOOK!!"
He said this to nobody in particular.
"I DON'T GIVE A SHIT ABOUT ANYONE'S BULLSHIT VALIDATION! STRENGTH IS MY FAMILY!! MY ONLY FAMILY!!! AAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGHHHHHH!!"
Before he fell over slowly into the dirt and sparse patches of concrete pavement. His face plummet direct into a puddle that formed from a busted pipe which exploded during the detonation of the Inebriates. His scream turned into a gurgle before he rolled over. And then, the scream interrupted for the minute, with the rush of battle gone now leaving him to remember the pain he felt. It struck him like a blazing vehicle, and he groaned out, before screaming again, clutching the stump where formerly his left arm was attached as it bled out.
He gasped for air, ripping off the capirote choking his face and neck.
"Why...?"
Why indeed.
In that moment, the Chosen sought...
>Answers and TRUTH.
>Guidance and STRENGTH.
>Retribution and REVENGE.
