'Broken Image' ♡ (MXM) ♡

- letting rage control -

He ran into a group of policemen that were searching this side of the grubs. They stopped back, looking back at Oxzy in confusion.

"What? What happened?"

"Did you find it?"

The men stepped back, asking questions while looking over the hero's shoulder. Oxzy felt his blood go cold, he didn't know what he was doing, but he knew it wasn't a good idea.

However, his mouth was already moving by itself.

"I checked over here, there's nothing there." The hero spoke loudly for them to hear. The men turned their heads, looking behind his shoulder with grim expressions.

A short brunette officer took a step back, nudging his fellow officers. "Let's go tell Milo to give us a different place to search." The man he nudged looked back to him, then to the hero in a confused fashion.

"Are you sure, we should-"

The brunette pulled him forward, earning an annoyed growl. The other officer thanked Oxzy before following behind. The man under the brunettes arm shoved him away.

"It's the hero who searched for it." The man defended. It was accompanied with a confused whine from the other man.

The third officer that was there shook his head, walking between them. "The hero knows how to search," the man looks behind his shoulder, watching as Oxzy nodded to them as they left. The officer turned back to his men. "Plus, why would he, out of everyone lie?"

The hero heard all the words past around the men. He waited till the men were out of sight and calling from Milo. When he heard the men were far enough away from him, he walked forward into the darkness. He knew where he was going, even in the darkness of the night.

He didn't know why he was going, it was a horrible idea for his already scared mind. Yet, he couldn't stop his legs from speeding up. His mind was racing, eyes scanning the darkness from a clearing where the warehouse would be hidden.

His eyes landed on the large building that had no windows to shine light. His legs stopped moving, body completely taken over with the memories of what had happened to him.

This was a bad idea. I'm crazy for following that man!

Oxzy shook his head, cringing at his choices he had made to let the villain and the criminals that lay in the warehouse get away. Even so, he knew that the police would not leave the grubs without finding this place.

The hero just gave the men enough time to escape. It wasn't his plan, he was following the villain. The evil man was here for a reason, he would not let anyone escape.

That much was clear when Oxzy saw at least 5 dead people outside near the large doors. He forced himself to walk, to look at the dead men and a few women that lay motionless with bloody, split open chests.

The hero knew right away how they died. Their chests were punched inward. The hole was covered with rough muscle and blood, it stained the clothes and skin that seeped so dark it almost looked black in the night. The hero took in the understanding that the villain can only kill like this. The man had so much strength in his fists that a hit with enough force could go through a human chest.

It was quick kills, laying on top of each other while blood covered the rest of their bodies. Oxzy gulped down the rising fear, he was thankful that he didn't have to witness the killing.

Even if he is the hero, the man to save everyone and anyone. He didn't exactly care for these grubs' people. They were bad people, they did deserve to die. Oxzy was just thankful he didn't have to be the one throwing the punch.