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Men Are Still Good?
It seemed that life was full of constant destruction, a battle of facing one's darkness and fears that only seemed to repeat in cycles that ensnared their victim in a never ending torment--to be dead would be a more peaceful fate. The City of Neon Lights, Spice, and Crime. This was once his city, his home, the place he had sworn to protect, yet today it was nothing more than a broken naive dream. To think that people could change, that men didn't hold the darkness within them to conflict terror, to reject it and to seek the light. The force knew that he had given in to his demons, so why would he expect anyone else to rise up when he himself could not.
It had been a few weeks since the incident on Nar Haaska, the beheading of his newfound partner. Her green eyes staring back at him as her bloody head oozed from the pike within the torture room. He had spared no mercy and left the men and alien alike bloody, caved in and in pieces. His hands were still bruised and ached from the pain, yet he felt empty and hollow inside.
"Hey lover boy...care for a ride?" A woman responded with a purr, the gold chains and rings danced within the neon lights as her silken white hands reached around his neck. Tarrius would push her hand away as he stepped into the vibrant night club. It's time to drink these problems away.
tag: @Korvo