Burning the Phoenix || Brent and Rowan
There was a squelching sound and a knock at Brent's door.
But he hadn't come right away. No.... He had pushed himself into a literal corner and had refused to come out since making his announcement. He'd gotten calls from doctors, updating him on how his little girl was, but he'd stayed silent in the corner. Just...Building up this rage inside him. His eyes were nearly a full black color, and his own side was glowing through his clothes.
But then there was that groan.
Slowly standing up, Brent grabbed a huge duffel bag he'd left in the living room, walking towards the door. When he opened it, he was met with the sight of Rowan. Or... At least, what remained of him. His stomach was sliced open, blood still dribbling from various limbs, and...Oh how sweet revenge was someone tore off his manhood. Judging by the smell, he should've died.
Well thank God for Green Matter.
Chuckling a bit to himself, Brent grabbed onto the dying man's hair, pulling him down the hallway. At the end was an empty room. Plastic coating the walls and ceiling... Perfect for little things like this.
"You and I are going to have a little fun, Rowan... Lets see how long Green Matter lasts, shall we?"