@armedwithaflashlight
How time had taken it’s toll upon the beauty. Mutations, bullets, two pest-agents; such factors had rendered him -ill. Resurrection was tricky business and his face had been left in a less-than-desirable state. Of course, to those around him; he looked no different than he had done before his indulgence in the TG Virus. But for Morpheus and his reflection in the mirror, he was hideous.
Who’d have thought a light could make such a weapon? Truth be told, he hated the intensity of it; every line on his otherwise perfect face felt as though it were promptly on display, any pores, wrinkles, or slight imperfections were only emphasized. Vanity aside, the light was blinding.
His eyes flickered shut and his body turned away; preferring the comfort of darkness. Had his gun been loaded, she’d have surely met the blast of it’s muzzle.
“Stop that!” He raged through he his teeth, his soft demeanor casually broken through frustration.
