Crying. Those voices must be drowned out. No more of it. "HEY!" I whisk around to see twelve uniformed police officers, and eight cars surrounding me. My smirk only grew in size. "PUT YOUR HANDS UP! YOUR UNDER ARREST FOR ATTEMPTED MURDER!" that wiped the smile right of my face. And my life. "at- attempted..." I stuttered. My world grew cold. Attempted... my eyes grew wide with sadness. The sting of failure entered me. It sent electric shots up every artery in my body. A single figure stepped out of the darkness. She was hurt. A deep gash cut across her face- a clear scar. Her left leg was dripping with blood- she'd have to get that amputated. But I didn't want her to get it amputated. The surgeons would be wasting their time. She should be dead. She needs to be dead. She took a step towards me, revealing a nasty cut on her hand. "That's right, Atlas. You have tried to destroy us time and time again. When on Earth will you just give up?
Stop trying to destroy yourself."
