LietroClub

Pietro was laying on the hard cement floor, he couldn't move, or see, his ears were ringing. He simply laid on the floor, waiting for the end to come. He heard loud bangs, but they sounded so far to him, he kept his eyes shut, even when he felt some one pick him up and hold him. He was covered in bruises, scars, burns even. His body looked broken. His mind was out of it, and he still waited for some end to the pain to come. Days passed, Pietro having not woken once yet. His body still looking broken, and when he did wake, his once energetic eyes were lifeless, and numb. He looked around, then motioned to speak, "should've...let...me.......d