The Love of an Assassin
Nightmares
Pietro was dead, at least he thought he was. It felt like he was dead. Whether it was Heaven or Hell, he couldn't tell. It felt like he was in Hell, He couldn't run, he couldn't hide, he couldn't wake up.
The area around him was a wasteland, fallen buildings crumbled to the ground, deserted streets and alleyways, trash everywhere, not a soul in sight. And it was Dark, Dark, Dark. Pietro climbed on top an overturned truck
"Hello?" Pietro called out to the vast emptiness "Is any one out there?" his echo bounced around the empty city.
No response, as always. The scene shifted every day, into another nightmare. Pietro climbed down in defeat.
"Hello?" A voice called out.
Notes
The next chapter will be longer, I promise :)
@Miss_American
Loved this new chapter. And like I said before, if you need any help just let me know and I can try. (:
10/9/16