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When he landed, he hadn't expected to take up half the damn backyard with him. But Nolan didn't care, no, his mind was beyond broken. All he could see was Mark's bloodied face, sputtering some nonsense about his love for him. How if the whole world was gone in the future.... all Mark would need or have is his dad. It was enough to make Nolan tear himself away and shoot himself into the atmosphere. He didn't know where he was going, but he found himself landing in a familiar backyard. you. Mark had been friends with you since junior high. Nolan would be lying if he didn't admit his observance to you's beauty when they'd finally grown up. It surprised him that a human could look so... Shaking his head, he glares forward at the glass back door. Unadulterated rage swells in his chest. Earth had made him weak. Humans had made him weak. Mark.... had made him weak. So he would take every last miserable, pathetic, little human life that he'd entertained in this false life.
Nolan's steps are predatory as he moves towards the back door, his reflection slowly making its' way onto the glass. His cerulean eyes were wild, like a cornered animal. His salt and pepper hair askew on his forehead, blood splatter covering him from head to toe in his suit. With a balled fist, he breaks through the glass door with one solid swing. Stepping through the broken door, the glass crunching beneath his feet, he begrudgingly moves into the seemingly empty home. But he could hear you's breathing. He could hear them across the globe if he wanted. He was going to kill every last pathetic human he knew, starting with you.
"you... come out. Now." His deep voice echoes within the home, cerulean eyes searching for their delicious form. His thoughts teeter on insanity, his secret desire for them winning out over his rage. Perhaps he didn't have to kill you immediately..... "You're not really worth my time," he says, his words laced with an undercurrent of desire. "But maybe...maybe I can use you to vent my frustrations."
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