'Broken Image' ♡ (MXM) ♡

- a burning memory -

Oxzy believed his mother was safe. That she would be safe, but he wanted to know who would-

A familiar shout came from his side. Oxzy finally looked up, his eyes met with an enraged woman. Her face had running tears falling from her eyes, her face was full of venom. She looked ready to kill.

An equally angry man was beside her. He was already in handcuffs with the police around him. The woman was restrained by an officer, yet she still tried to lunge at Oxzy.

The hero looked back in confusion, thoughts trying to register who they were.

When he realized it was the parents of the girl that day. His heart skipped up in beats. His eyes trained down, a bottle with what seems to be alcohol with a rag sticking out caught his eye.

He soon knew who had done it. What they had done.

Their voices hurt. They were mad at him for not saving their daughter, so they took it out on his mother. Coming over to his house, lighting a make-shift bomb before throwing it inside. They watched as his home burned, his mother screaming inside with alarm.

Fire coated the windows. She couldn't leave. She was trapped in her own home, surrounded by fire. It engulfed her.

She stood by the stairs. Eyes closed, she accepted the fate of her death.

The hero felt a burning rage come from inside him. Tears covered his vision, it was blurring the view of the couple in front of him.

Her words were filled with angry mockery. Hurt and pain from behind them.

They were hurt, they were mad.

But they had no right to do this. Oxzy kept his eyes forward, he wanted to burn them like they burned his mother.

He couldn't help but imagine them dying a horrible death. Oxzy could screw them in half with a tree. He could form an oak wood around them, to suffocate and crush the inside of their bodies until they become mush.

He could cut them in half with ice, spikes that could pierce right through their skin. Freeze their brains, their limbs before bashing them off in a pile of frozen blood. He could torture them in all types of ways.

But his mother wouldn't want that.

She was gone. But Oxzy remembered what she always told him. What she reminded him of his power.

The hero kept his true feelings behind a mask. He wanted to kill the couple. It didn't matter to him how much they were hurt. How angry they were at the loss. It means NOTHING to him.

He couldn't let anyone know that.

So he lied.

His body felt stiff, he didn't want to. He wanted to let his true thoughts out. But instead, the hero knelt on one knee. It felt bruised, blood was forming and inking through the fabric.

His hair hanging over his face, his truth hidden from view.

Oxzy stayed on one knee before his mothers killer. A small voice was all that was heard.

"I'm sorry."

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~Daylight, ruined old home-~
Oxzy stood above his mothers grave. He was back at daylight in the morning after the events of last night. He was in the place she last was. Her safest place, but also where she was killed.