The Lady to the Rescue

Again.

Those were the words that his brain manifested.

Again.

Tragedy, it seems, is unavoidable.

Again.

Francis was watching death and pain occur once more around him.

Again.

He was too weak. He was powerless.

Again.

That is what is missing.

No more agains. s

To achieve that he needs even more power.

He needs to climb.

To become strong enough to avoid more misery.

More deaths.

More pain.

Only if he has power can he avoid such things.

"The chances of his entire head exploding are so low," said Jack, interrupting his thoughts.

Anger erupted from Francis' entire body. But he could not do anything. He was, after all, still an eye.

"I guess it was simply meant to be,"

Jack then focused his attention on the shoe and the eye.

"Well then, I will be taking Zoe with me. I bid you adieu, you who should be dead"

And after he grabbed the shoe, he walked away. A disgusting look on his face, as if the act of killing Billy had disgusted him.