#Chapter64

Despite me not wanting to show how much of a painful spot he had found, it was written all over my face, and I could tell that by his pitiful, condescending smile appearing.

"Cat got your tongue?" he asked calmly, irritating me more than if he had actually used a mocking tone. My hand curled into a fist involuntarily, as I kept glaring at him.

"And here he is... the mighty Chaos. Underneath all the big words, and violence... Just a scared, hurt, little boy, who thinks he can rule the world..."

"Shut up" I hissed through clenched teeth.

"...How tragic.."

"SHUT. UP."

"...How... pathetic"

By the time my...