" you're not allowed to die in my bedroom. the rumours would never stop… " @sonoftheshield
“take a look at me again, do you really think I care what media says about us?! O-or about me?! I am in PAIN!!” John, ever so dramatic, clutches at the large wound on his side. Wincing “I knew it was a bad idea coming here to you but what other choices did I have?! The whole world is a mess, take a look outside! And to say that I might lose my powers, can you even imagine that? Oh no you can’t because you know what? You aren’t a famous picture like me! you’re just, what, shield-carrier? Some kind of dark knight but with low budget?! My life is in danger here!!” once again, he’s cut with a sharp hiss, that damn thing ought to happen one day just.. he just thought he has more time! Not like William Butcher appearing out of nowhere spreading some kind of virus like it’s X-Men movie or some shit and try to kill all of them!
“all of us! Every single supe in this world!” he carelessly sheds his ruined uniform to have a better look at the wound. Gushing with warm blood, he was lucky the rod didn’t pierce deeper to endanger his vital organs. Then again, it hurt like a bitch!
Leaving the blood coated blue suit on the floor, making sure to drag his handprints on the soft linen sheet of the bed then on the walls, he walks to the small bathroom “no need to help me, Mr. ‘oh you can’t just die here!’” John scoffs, kicking off his boots “just tell me where’s your bandages!” there’s an apocalypse out there and he has to get out. Out and away from this city till he can somehow miraculously find a solution. John can swear he feels how his powers evaporate from his body.
