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Atlas laughed calmly as Vivian squirmed under the other girls embrace. He thought the girl's manner was a bit showy for his taste, she could have accomplished just as much by simply cutting her arm and punching a dummy. He saw no point in ripping off one's own arm, and it didn’t look that pleasant either. He was rather relaxed until he heard it
<No thanks, Doc. I don't do show-and-tell.>His breath caught in his throat, and his heart began to race. His eyes slowly rolled to the side as he stared at the girl smiling. She hadn’t spoken much in their time there together. He stood up. She thought this was funny? She thought this was some game to them? Like they were pawns? He couldn’t stand fucking telepaths. Couldn’t stand the thought of them trampling around where they didn’t belong.
Rage filled his heart as it thudded in his ear. He wanted to paint this little room in blood. In a fraction of a second he had calculated it. Their deaths. A smile creeped across his face. Most of them wouldn’t just lay down and die. No, things would be harder than that. His eyes narrowed on the girl, he would kill her first. She was the biggest threat.
He quickly turned to the Doctor hate in his eyes. He was shaking, actually physically shaking… but it wasn’t fear of death. He was excited. This fight wouldn’t be easy.
” You can hear what I’m thinking right?” He didn’t give him time to answer. He looked at the girl and cocked an eyebrow as if to say,
and you?”If this guy hadn’t pulled me out of that prison...” He walked up to the girl and stopped in front of her. He wanted to use her skull as his canvas. His head snapped to the side studying her.
”I would have ripped that pretty brain out of your head the second you thought you were funny. Oh! Question… You ever had parts of your body ripped off so cleanly, you don't even bleed?” He laughed deeply, turning toward the exit.
He thought about, not just that. But so much more. He imagined the girl screaming for air as he allowed her none, cutting her and not allowing the blood to escape. He closed his eyes and imagined her fingernails vibrating off. Her eyes caving in on themselves and her skull crushing, and so much more. He opened the door to walk out throwing a hand up.
”If I ever feel threatened by you lot again,” He looked over his shoulder at the girl again, hoping she had been reading his mind the whole time. His eyes then snapped to the Doctor again.
“You can throw me back in that prison, I don't give two fucks. But I will kill them. As we are right now, this is no team and if we aren’t a team…” He walked out letting the door slowly close behind him.
“Then you are my enemy.”
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