TM #303
Collections
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The icy water from the shower burned as it trickled into the bloody gash that ran across his shoulder. Snake Eyes closed his eyes and waited for the pain to ebb like the water that swirled pink with blood before finally disappearing down the drain. It wasn't a major wound, more ugly than anything, but the scar would make a fine addition to his growing collection. Lifeline, GI Joe's best medic, said there was no reason any wound should leave a terrible scar. The ninja believed him, but he still kept them. For him they were more than just ugly marks, they were reminders to himself that he couldn't let himself get complacent, that people were always bound to surprise you.
At last the pain faded to a tolerable level and Snake Eyes resumed him shower, careful not to rub too much soap in the wound. A little would clean it, but too much would just make it burn again and he wasn't immune to pain like most people thought. Quietly, he considered the rest of his scars. The oldest were from his years on the streets of Tokyo when he had to fight every day to survive. Others were from Storm Shadow, left during their training when the other boy routinely beat the young Snake Eyes to the ground. The majority were compliments of now-dead bad guys from all over the world. The newest wound was one of those.
A door banged open nearby and a pair of voices echoed through the locker room. Quickly, Snake Eyes cut the water and patted himself down carefully with a towel before wrapping it around his waist. He shrugged into a voluminous black robe and just draped the deep hood over his head when they appeared in the doorway. The wound pulled open as he moved, and he felt blood slowly trickling down the back of his arm again. It hurt like hell. He'd have liked to stay there longer, but his scars were his alone and he wasn't sharing that collection with anyone.
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The icy water from the shower burned as it trickled into the bloody gash that ran across his shoulder. Snake Eyes closed his eyes and waited for the pain to ebb like the water that swirled pink with blood before finally disappearing down the drain. It wasn't a major wound, more ugly than anything, but the scar would make a fine addition to his growing collection. Lifeline, GI Joe's best medic, said there was no reason any wound should leave a terrible scar. The ninja believed him, but he still kept them. For him they were more than just ugly marks, they were reminders to himself that he couldn't let himself get complacent, that people were always bound to surprise you.
At last the pain faded to a tolerable level and Snake Eyes resumed him shower, careful not to rub too much soap in the wound. A little would clean it, but too much would just make it burn again and he wasn't immune to pain like most people thought. Quietly, he considered the rest of his scars. The oldest were from his years on the streets of Tokyo when he had to fight every day to survive. Others were from Storm Shadow, left during their training when the other boy routinely beat the young Snake Eyes to the ground. The majority were compliments of now-dead bad guys from all over the world. The newest wound was one of those.
A door banged open nearby and a pair of voices echoed through the locker room. Quickly, Snake Eyes cut the water and patted himself down carefully with a towel before wrapping it around his waist. He shrugged into a voluminous black robe and just draped the deep hood over his head when they appeared in the doorway. The wound pulled open as he moved, and he felt blood slowly trickling down the back of his arm again. It hurt like hell. He'd have liked to stay there longer, but his scars were his alone and he wasn't sharing that collection with anyone.