Jun 25, 2021
“The soundtrack to Part 1 of #TheTower is now available on Spotify!”
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“The soundtrack to Part 1 of #TheTower is now available on Spotify!”
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It wasn't very often that he was left stripped of his baser inhibitions, little remaining outside of unfiltered fury.
Breath, Zack, breath.
The battle was over, finished, done with, he was bruised and battered, bloody, cold and exhausted, there was nothing there that would add benefit to him allowing the rage to fester. In fact, some said that was BAD.
Some said it was a victory for the villain to fall victim to that sort of thing.
He closed his eyes, folded his arms, one leg bouncing uncontrollably up and down---
It's okay.
Breath --- in and out.
It's all right.
---- up and down
in and out---
"Ahhhhhhhh, Angeal!" He threw his head back. "You bastard!" He reached out, grabbing hold of what appeared to be a comically large stuffed rabbit. A beloved toy that had invariably seen better days. "WHAT is so HARD about TELLING me the TRUTH!" He shook the poor toy rabbit, an ancient squeaker inside screaming with each violent shake. "What am I gonna do, tell your mom? OH, I can't, cause you KILLED her!"
He threw the rabbit to the ground, kicked it, grabbed it by one flimsy ear tragically hanging on by a thread.
"Hey, Zack---" Zack changed the intonation of his voice, wiggling the rabbit as though it were speaking to him. "---It's Angeal. Look, I'm feeling a certain way. I found some stuff out, and.... I'd like to talk to you about it."
"That was REALLY friggen difficult--- Ugh!!!" He threw the damn thing as hard as he could, finally coming crashing back down to the ground when it collided with someone standing there.
For once he was speechless, left with the burning embers of anger now gently receding.
He held up an index finger, opened his lips to speak:
"Hic----cup!" And threw up.
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