[center][h1][color=#20B2AA]Zach Kozel:[/color]
[color=00a99d]Sp[/color][color=yellow]Farce[/color]'s Apartment's Alley[/h1]
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The woman's shrill screams echoed in Zach's head as he watched the villain on screen. Pay-per-view, of a sort. Troll started talking, and Zach remembered her power fully in the midst of her speaking. The words left her lips, the words that had been frustrating Zach for months and he was on his feet. It was over, and as she finished her last sentence Zach picked up the TV. He threw it to the ground, shattering it with the impact. 

A breath grated through grit teeth as Judah's calm washed over him. It wasn't working as well as it normally did, the words kept clawing to the surface. [i]I could've saved them[/i] It was irrational because she hadn't been there. She had no foresight, she could only say what hurt, regardless of honesty. It made no sense, and it still left Zach raw and bleeding. Troll was a hammer not a scalpel.

He turned to his [sub](three?)[/sub] companions. It took two attempts for him to steady his voice, the words sounding strained and the pitch off. [color=#00b200][b]”She won't kill the hostage."[/b][/color] His expression betrayed doubt. There was no regret, just unease. Judah would feel the pain, but it was a different sort from when the words were first spoken. It was less visceral, more a bruise than a stab. [i]I don't want to know what happens when she actually twists the knife[/i] He thought morbidly, turning away slightly so his compatriots couldn't fully see his face.