Diana simply rolled her eyes at Hit Girls outburst. Clearly, she’d not found it very impressive.
“Enemy?” Like, the person she hated the most? Or the one that scared her the most? Would she even remember anymore? She frowned then closed her eyes.
When she opened them again and there he was.
Drake Merwin.
He was stood just a few feet away. She’d been foolish to even try to think she wouldn’t remember him. The long, fleshy whip that was his arm was coiled around his waist. His pale eyes cold as ice, sparking with insanity. Cruel, shark-like smile spread across his face. In his normal hand, he held a gun, which swung aimlessly by his hip. Clearly, he had no use for it, not when he unfurled that long whip that writhed as it poised itself, ready to strike at any moment. He looked so smugly confident and almost giddy at Diana’s unrest.
“Hi, Diana.”
Panic kicked in and fear flashed across Diana’s eyes. Her hands are shaking slightly, but she raised the gun and released a few rounds straight at him, with two managing to connect with his chest.
But with him being Drake, he’d simply stumbled backwards from the hits, looking at his wounds in surprise before turning his gaze back to Diana, his smile widening like he’s getting excited. He starts advancing.
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“Enemy?” Like, the person she hated the most? Or the one that scared her the most? Would she even remember anymore? She frowned then closed her eyes.
When she opened them again and there he was.
Drake Merwin.
He was stood just a few feet away. She’d been foolish to even try to think she wouldn’t remember him. The long, fleshy whip that was his arm was coiled around his waist. His pale eyes cold as ice, sparking with insanity. Cruel, shark-like smile spread across his face. In his normal hand, he held a gun, which swung aimlessly by his hip. Clearly, he had no use for it, not when he unfurled that long whip that writhed as it poised itself, ready to strike at any moment. He looked so smugly confident and almost giddy at Diana’s unrest.
“Hi, Diana.”
Panic kicked in and fear flashed across Diana’s eyes. Her hands are shaking slightly, but she raised the gun and released a few rounds straight at him, with two managing to connect with his chest.
But with him being Drake, he’d simply stumbled backwards from the hits, looking at his wounds in surprise before turning his gaze back to Diana, his smile widening like he’s getting excited. He starts advancing.