though I've never been through hell like that

[couldbeavoided]

WHO: THE SENTRY and ALEX AARON
WHERE: Around.
WHEN: Tuesday the 28th.
WARNINGS: Fear things, probably.
SUMMARY: So there was that time that the Sentry killed a God...
FORMAT: Quick? Whichever works best.


For the past week or so, Bob had been drifting. Paranoid, wary, his skin still prickling with memories of his wife turning into his nightmares and something dark and evil clawing its way out of his head, he patrolled the streets carefully hoping for distraction. He hovered a few feet above the street, flying slowly and surveying everything with bright, golden eyes to keep all the shadows away.

He would be prepared this time.

Comments

[inspirefear]

Maybe not as prepared as he would like. Alex, for one, was not prepared to run into the man--no, the monster that killed his father.

For a moment, he was frozen. Alex initially blamed the president for allowing the death of his father to occur, but Osborn was to blame too. And, well, the Sentry was the hand that did the deed, the one covered in a god's blood. That meant he was equally responsible for a wound that had yet to heal for Alex.

Words did not have to be exchanged to express his feelings toward the Sentry, his eyes said it all.