Slashing, slashing, slashing, dodging, weaving, slashing. Keith fought and fought. But it didn't serve to lessen the red hot anger that burned at his whole being and that seared his heart and blinded his eyes from everything but his blood-thirsty goal. To pull apart. To maim. To dismantle this godforsaken machine and the image it held to him. To tear apart his own limbs and to strip away his own emotions until there was nothing left, until he could no longer feel, no longer hurt. Until he was just a pile of nothingness, a ghost that haunted no one, and there was naught even a memory of him lingering.
- Part 1 of Galra Keith Oneshots
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03 Feb 2017