Vixen walked down the halls, his pace quick and stiff. He was getting as far away as he could from her. He wasn't following her request, he was just simply getting away from her in order to calm his mind.
At least that was what he told himself. He was very wrong in that thinking.
His mind was blank. There were no thoughts spiraling in his mind, there were no screams of anger or the whimpering of silence and depression, there was no gasps of frustration from the oppression he had faced.
His mind was blank. It was an eerie silence that laid in the heath.
He didn't think of anything, not even how much he wanted to hit Mrs. Cloud.
It was quiet, eerily silent. He was confused.
Without even realizing it, his legs took him to the elevator once again and quickly, he shuffled inside. It was petty but he wanted to delay her. If not for a bit more seconds to add to the minutes she had already lost.
