The Omen of Death
My presence has marked your eventual demise.
Adam
Metro-Gotham Sewers
When Brother Power spoke about not beat himself up and talking as if he were better than him, Adam really started to grow angry, memories of all the atrocities he had been forced to commit coming back to him, that mannequin knew absolutely nothing about him even though it was speaking to him to cheer up... Even though his face was concealed underneath his helmet now, he was giving probably one of the coldest glances he had ever given.Metro-Gotham Sewers
"I couldn't give two shits whether or not I run like some random person from god know's when, You have no fucking clue who I am or what I have been forced to do in my life. So don't go telling me not to go beating myself up when you know absolutely nothing, and suddenly expect me to be a cheery ball of optimism when I honestly contemplate every single moment when I wake up, contemplating whether finally putting a bullet in my head will finally do this world a god damn favor, by eliminating myself whose purpose in life became doing things so deplorable now being only simply a waste of oxygen for the rest of the people on this damn planet..." Adam snarled at Brother Power, with his words dripping with venom that could kill an elephant, showing a man absolutely bitter and broken. Before he did anything else, he would pull up his helmet only to simply take the longest sip yet of a bottle of more alcohol, wishing to drown out the absolutely terrible memories that constantly plagued him.
The Mad Queen Crenando Vsland