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Phreya let Waylander be an accomplice to the superhero, which was of course himself. They were trying to stop the evil supervillain in his tracks before it was too late. Phreya held the hero in his left hand, and the villain in his right. "You'll never catch me!", Phreya voiced the bad guy with a high-pitched voice. The hero did not reply, but swooped in immediately. He tackled the villain at mach speed, instantly killing him. Plastic body parts flew in every direction, the left leg hitting the floor and sliding right next to where Waylander was sitting.
Waylander sat up. "Dude, that's it?" He was unhappy. "You didn't even let me do anything, asshole!" Phreya laughed it off, saying it wasn't a big deal. This was when Waylander stood up and grabbed Phreya by the neck. He slammed him into a wall with one hand, elevating him off the floor. Waylander was easily twice Phreya's size, and as he squeezed tighter, animalistic bloodthirst began to take over. Turning blue, Phreya kicked his legs around and flailed his arms. Waylander did not budge. Phreya tried to claw the hands off his throat and opened his mouth as if he was trying to speak but the words could not come out. His face was a sickly purple and his eyes were bloodshot, about to pop out of their sockets.
Phreya's vision began darkening at the edges. His body was full of so much adrenaline, but somehow he was tired at the same time. He could barely move his limbs to fight back. His hands stopped trying to claw away and drooped to his sides. His legs felt heavy as lead. By now, the asphyxiation was taking over. The last thing he saw was Waylander's face drenched in sweat and seething with rage. That was when Phreya's body went completely limp. Waylander held on for 30 more seconds, just to make sure he was really dead. Phreya was then let go and he fell to the floor, eyes glazed over with death.
Waylander stood there for a minute. He contemplated what he just did. No, Phreya was deserving. He got what was coming to him. It was worth it. There Phreya's body lay to be consumed and returned to nature in deafening silence, with nothing to bother him. The clock ticked still and 3 years later, he was but a pile of dusty rags and bones. The floorboards underneath him were black with old bodily ooze, the smell having vanished long ago.
Waylander on the other hand went on to have a wife and 3 children, because he wasn't short like Phreya OMEGALUL