'Broken Image' ♡ (MXM) ♡

- a burning memory -

Oxzy had reserved rights to where their old house was. It was now a blank zone. No houses or buildings for a few blocks. It was overgrown, trees hung around to block the space with their height. The ground was a mush of dirt and old ash.

Oxzy never used to visit much. It reminded him of the loss of his mother that hurt him too much. It infected his mind with outrageous things. Everytime he remembers what happened at this place, he feels like going into a frenzy.

Screaming out, killing, destroying anything and anyone close to him.

He had ended up tearing apart the environment. A few old broken trees were sprawled around his space that covered the empty area. The green surroundings were nothing but trash on the ground, the bark was broken apart and torn into two.

It was all Oxzy who caused the damage. He had a burst of power and emotions escaped him when he buried her. He tried to bury the memories along with her, they stayed with him, sticking to his skin like sap. No matter how much he tried to forget that day. Forget this place.

It always came back. No matter how much he tried to destroy it, tried to destroy it with all his power.

It was still there, sinking into him like a viper.

Now he stood above the stone that held her name. A small hole was buried next to it, Oxzy buried Cirilla right next to her, covering it with shaking hands he stood over the ones he lost.

What was he supposed to do next?

Staying over them was the only thing he wanted to do. But he knew if he stayed longer, he would never want to leave. All the memories, the thoughts of them would haunt him until the very end.

The truth of his loss sunk too deep. Oxzy wanted to kill someone. He wanted to avenge the innocent lives that were lost because of him.

Guilt could only last too long, now he just wanted to avenge her. He couldn't do it or his mother, he would do it for Cirilla May.

The hero looked up into the darkening sky. He stood in the same place above their grave for the whole day. It was already becoming dark, the night sky was warning him of his ticking time.

If he wanted to do it, he had to do it now.

The hero already knew about who had done it. It was a group from the grubs, and the gang was more accurate. The hero had to go there to search for the hideout. He didn't know for sure or the exact person, but it wouldn't be difficult to find out. All the hero had to do was threaten a few druggies in the grubs, and the truth would come out.

And that's exactly what the hero did.

~The Grubs, the streets~
The hero walked along the empty streets. He was on full alert, opening his senses higher to hear any type of life. He got a sign from the end of the road he was on, down a dark alley he caught an old couple making out on the wall with a few men watching.

Their light moans, undressed clothes gave nothing to the hero. He was about to turn away, hearing the gross and lewd remarks coming from the men's mouth made him sick.

"Yeah! Get it bro!" One hollered out.

"I can't believe the dudes would want to hang with Felix instead of seeing this."

The hero turned away in disgust, moving away from the alley when he heard a man suddenly let out a few words.

"That Felix got the hero before Pierce ever could huh?"

It was all that he needed, dropping the cool acts he rushed forward between the group. They shouted in surprise, most looking around and dashed away. Oxzy grabbed the man who mentioned a guy Felix before he could run away as well.

He gagged out in shock, clutching the hero's hand that held his throat. A cold, icy crust formed around the man's neck. He let out a shriek, his skin becoming red with frostbite.

"Who did it?" Was all that Oxzy said. He looked into the man's soul, ready to freeze him to death if he didn't tell him who.

"Wh- gah!" The man in his grasp let out a gasp. Oxzy squeezed harder, moving closer to ask more clearly. The man shook his head, trying to breathe with the growing ice on his neck, he gasped out a few words. "Fe-Felix! His-gah, gang!"

"Where are they?"

"The warehouse! The warehouse b-by the lake!" The man began to cry, begging tears falling from his bloodshot eyes.

Oxzy knew what he was talking about, he had seen the warehouse that the villain was headed to. Now he knew that the man who killed Crillia May was there. He felt a new pump of energy run along his skin.

Dropping the druggie in his hands, he turned in the direction of the end of the grubs.

~The Grubs, the warehouse~
The warehouse was littered with laughter. It grew louder the closer Oxzy got, he felt his blood boil, hearing a mockery of his misery from inside. He pushed the tall door open, stepping inside, all eyes landed on him.

The hero looked around, trying to find who the Felix guy was, his eyes stopped in the middle of the room. A small yellow light was above the young man, he looked childish, sitting down on the bare floor, his eyes met with Oxzy's.

The hero took in the look, stepping forward to the man. The men came closer, surrounding the hero. They were intending to scare him, the hero who showed no fear ended up irritating them. It was like the heroic man didn't even see that they existed.

Oxzy ignored them, his exit was blocked, but that wasn't on his mind. He was seeing nothing but a mocking grin on their faces. The hero wanted to kill him, skin his face alive with nothing but the earth's rough bark.

The man watched as the hero only looked at him. Oxzy showed no fear for being in an open room with hundreds of men who wanted to kill him. His eyes were only on him, bloodshot red, and a tense posture made Felix smile even brighter.

He had him. The hero was here, his plan was almost in action.

Seeing how silent the hero was, Felix stood up, dusting himself off as he faced the hero fully.

With a mocking and sly grin, he let out a voice of joy.

"We were waiting for you, Oxzy."

A/N:
Poor Oxzy, had to go through so much..