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While everyone around him moved on, Max never left his motionless position, his eyes still locked on the corpse of Felix. They were all discussing things like normal…while there’s a fucking corpse in the room, the corpse of a [i]friend[/i]. Not every word went over his head however, and when he heard of a potential blackened, something snapped; something  special, something…important to his being.

[color=#F08172]”I didn't do it![/color] Words that he had heard a countless times.

[color=#F08172]”I didn't do it![/color] More than he could ever bare to hear.

[color=#F08172]”You're going to kill us all![/color] [i]Liar.[/i]


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[sub]the blood is metaphorical[/sub]
[center][h1][color=0076a3][i][b]”SHUT. THE. FUCK. UP.” [/b][/i] [/COLOR][/h1][/center]

At this point, Max’s mind and reasoning were completely clouded, and a primal rage took root in his heart.

[color=0076a3]“[b]DO YOU THINK I GIVE A SINGLE SHIT ABOUT YOUR ENDLESSLY TRIVIAL GARBAGE ARGUMENTS! I. DO. NOT.[/b]”[/color] He screamed of the top of his lungs, every word filled with anger and resentment. He took a few bouldering steps forward, almost stepping out of boundary with clenched fists. [color=0076a3]“[B]BLACKENED...MAN THE FUCK UP AND FACE ME, I [I]WILL[/I] FIND YOU, AND WHEN I DO, I WILL MAKE YOU PAY FOR MURDERING.

MY.

[I]BROTHER.[/I][/B]”[/color] 

Then he looked towards Cyrus who jumped to Bliss' rescue like a pretty white knight contorting the truth to his will like a true politician as if there wasn't a dead body lying next to him.

[color=0076a3]“[B]GOD I AM DONE WITH THIS FUCKING GAME; EVERY CUNT WHO EVEN THINKS OF OPENING THEIR GODDAMNED MOUTHS, WITHOUT CONTRIBUTING TO THIS MOTHERFUCKING TRIAL CAN PISS OFF TO HELL, OR DIE TRYING!”[/b][/color] Tears were running down his face as his face contorted into utter rage and frustration.

[color=0076a3]“[b]FELIX WAS THE BEST OF MANKIND, A PURE GOOD-HEARTED SAINT WHO NEVER HURT A FLY, AND YOU MURDERED HIM! NOBODY IN THIS GOD FORSAKEN ROOM DESERVED TO LIVE MORE THAN HIM, AND YET YOU’RE ALL STANDING HERE WHILE HE’S LYING THERE ON THE FUCKING GROUND…[I]DEAD[/I][/b]”[/color] As Max finally seemed to calm down, he spoke once more, but this time with an almost alien indifference.

[color=0076a3]“I am [i]done[/i] being the good cop.”[/color]

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