Cold green eyes stared into a mirror of themselves, the orbs stared at an exact copy of who they belonged to, yet at the same time it wasn’t William. It was a monster in his skin, clawing its way out to claim his life as its own. ‘ Dear brother, I am the storm. ‘ A set of words followed by a drowning scream as another man fell to his doom, ‘ I’ll protect you. ‘ A father lying to a child who didn’t even know he was her real father. William grimaced and turned away from his reflection, those memories were those of the past. David was gone, Angela was gone too. He was here above the dirt, he was pushing a message across to the world, but it all had to start with one woman. With a grimace the man turned and went out into the hall, two men flanked each side of him as he walked through the florescent illuminated halls, down a set of stairs and into a barely lit set of prison cells. The sight was bad, but the smell was worse. “ Can we get some fucking air fresheners down here? It smells like rotting fish. “ One of the two men nodded and went back up the stairs, the other stopped instead in front of the cell William always went to. Cell 226, occupied by one and only one prisoner. “ Open it up. “ Anderson spoke softly, his hands clasping together behind his back. “ I wish to see the Valkyrie. “
