I hate this place. I hate it.

If you leave, Edward...

[growl.]

How come the red won't stop...it won't come off!

And why is my name on my forehead now? EDWARD!

I don't understand and it WON'T GO AWAY!

-For a few moments, there's simply the sound of him breathing, and metal fingers drumming over the terminal's edge as he thinks of what to say before simply choosing to be blunt. Wrath's voice is soft, tense, and just a little hoarse, as if he's been screaming or crying for awhile and only recently calmed down. -

It's not fair. And I know that ( Read more... )

-The microphone clicks on and Wrath can be heard breathing softly, seemingly contemplating what he's about to say before actually speaking. His voice is soft at first, determined.-

Whoever it is that shot my Edward. Is going to die. Slowly. I want to know who did it, because if you don't tell me, I'll just find out anyway. And I'll do worse to ( Read more... )

-Wrath is quiet at first as he speaks, a hoarse whisper-

I...thought he was just out. But he's not here. I went to work and came home. And I went to work and came home again and he's still not here

-There's the sound of something being thrown across the room, Wrath's voice picking up, panting softly. More angry now, more uncertain. And ( Read more... )