[ Since it went off that means something worked so now explaining time. ]
They were going to lead your group to a warehouse for an exchange but it was a fake. They filled the boxes with explosives and metal. When they would go in it would be set off.
[ Whoever went in would be bombarded with not only explosives but sheets of broken metal like a grenade, how many people would put up their auras up in time or at all even to see it coming?
Eric stood up and withdrew his knife from behind him ]
[ Bandou's eyes widen in shock. No way... something that simple couldn't take out the Red clan. Especially if Mikoto-san was there... right?
Still, the worry that his King, or even worse, a bunch of his comrades could be dead is evident on his face. He remains still as Eric approaches him with the knife, not really hearing the last thing he said. ]
You don't know what happened out there! And you obviously no nothing about HOMRA's power!
[ He kicks out at Eric, attempting to knock him down. It's out of anger, because the last thing on his mind right now is what Eric might do to him with that knife. ]
[ The kick was a surprised and he backed away to avoid it, if only tripping and falling on his side. A lot more pain from older injuries flared up and he hissed. Damn it. He managed to get up a bit after a few moments, this guy was a pain. ]
Like hell I don't, you wiped out half of this group with it.
We wouldn't have done something like that if your guys didn't do something to deserve it! HOMRA doesn't just go after people for no reason!
[ He's straining against that box he's tied to. A red aura begins to form around his bound hands, the rope around them slowly charring. This is HORMA you're dealing with, Eric. Anger only fuels their power more. ]
You don't know shit about us and you just go along with whatever your 'owner' says? He obviously doesn't give a fuck about you so why are you listening to him?!
[ Oh he knows. He knows they did something bad. His master always wanted more territory, more area for his gang. They had gotten so much but he still wanted to be bigger, grander. And he had turned his eyes to Homra, not believing the unbelievable rumours about them. And they hit, and they hit hard. How even half of them survived was beyond him.
He manages to stand up, clenching his knife ]
This is...
[ Why did he listen? He was just a dog thats why. Master gave him this so that was what he had to do. Why does this guys not get that? ]
This is the only world I have! So I have to...I have to...do this.
[ The ruckus outside gives Bandou the opportunity he needs. A final tug and the rope snaps. He's positive all that noise means the gang's alright, and he needs to get out there to them.
He quickly gets to his feet, intending to run out, but he pauses, turning back towards Eric. He pulls his arm back, throwing a punch at the guy and connecting hard with his jaw. ]
Idiot. Here's your fucking opportunity. Get outta here and do something for yourself.
[ E-EH? WHEN DID HE GET THE CHANCE TO DO THAT? andwhydidntyoudothatlikefivehoursago?
Eric was too shocked to see him freed before he notices the hand coming for his face and gets punched, knocking him back down and hitting the crate on the way there.
He blinks, staring at Bandou at what he said. Do something for himself? Leave this place? ]
[ You made him angry. That and he's not stupid I swear. He knew HOMRA would come and acting before that would have probably gotten him killed before they got there. ]
You want to be wiped out like the rest of them, fine.
[ He could've...He could have killed him but he didn't. He could still do it. But, he couldn't bring himself to. Maybe because he was already in too much pain and it would take too much effort, or maybe it was because he actually talked to him and told him he was being treated wrong. The very first one. ]
I... don't want to die...that I guess...is my choice.
[ Just hearing that makes him pause in his walking. His owner...dead. More then 7 years of his life had been for his owner, he could't even a imagine a life without the orders, the punishment, the life that he is just walking away from somehow. Is this really okay? He wanted to be free but it terrified him to even think about it. ]
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