Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-25924729-20151120095928/@comment-26571677-20151125021323

He'd stopped breathing, not because he was dead, but because he didn't want to smell the scent of burning flesh and hair that wafted into his torture room. 'SHE'S GONE' echoed through his head. He felt the rock of explosions, and knew that his friends, the ones that may have lived, were probably gone too.

And the strangest thing happened, he was filled with a steely calm. The type that you'd get when you were. Very. Very. Angry. He ignored the voice that echoed through the room, filled with a sadistic delight. His eyes darted around the room. He saw the wires, pushing electricity through them, connect to the blurred feeds that showed only static.

His hands were free, so in less than a second, with incredible speed, he had grabbed one of the monitors, and slammed it onto the table. The glass had smashed, he grabbed one of the jagged pieces, and cut open the bonds that constricted his legs.

All of this was done in a steely concentration, every second counted. Every moment wasted would mean another second where he could die, and he wasn't ready for that yet, not until he got revenge. Once they were off, he twisted his legs, until he clasped a sparking cord, ripped off from the monitor. Then, he bent his knees, raising it to the chains that held his hands. It melted off quickly, freeing his right hand.

He was dimly aware that his heart was going into overtime, a result of the electricity coursing through his heart. He knew that he should be in extreme pain right now. But he didn't notice any of it, he didn't care. Revenge was the only thing on his mind. Asperger didn't bother melting off the other chain, he simply ripped it off, still attached.

Then, he grabbed the chair that he used to sit on, and walked briskly to the pane of glass that seperated him from the revenge he so eagerly wanted. The last thing he said, before busting through the door, was,

"I'll see you in the next hell, you motherfucker."

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"You know, my friends call me a pyromaniac, wanna find out why?"

This would be an easy fight, for Kinaver was practically built for long periods of combat. He had a feeling that this person in front of him, was a one-trick pony. And the other guy must have realised it too, because he started to retreat and push back.

To this, Kinaver only smirked, then, his jacket burst into flames, as it was outlined with hexagons that blazed a burning red. He then raised the flames as high as the roof with his semblance, and placed the wall of fire against the only escape.

He took advantage of his opponent's confusion, and rushed in with one of his strongest haymakers. Second's before the impact, he raised his head, and looked into the eyes of the WF goon, saying,

"This is what happens, when you fuck with my teammates."