[h3]Insomnium[/h3]

The red glow of Insomnium's armor intensified and began to pulsate as he charged forward, moving fast but not overwhelmingly so. His constructs were, however, as 5 balls of shadows shot up from the Arena floor around Robo-Cop and proceeded to bcome out lined in red energy before exploding violently. Insomnium wasn't focused on that, he had seen the guy move earlier, it was most likely to fast for something like that. Instead he kept his eyes and senses open for where ever he moved to, forming several spears made of shadows to go flying after him. They'd also become outlined in red before exploding as soon as they got near the robot man. Insomnium would also be running towards his position, creating a pair of blades to be dual-wielded, extruding his limited control over the 'Light', as Damien liked to call it, to coat said blades, giving them a jagged, white outline. It wasn't the strong, but it would be enough to slightly paralyze a regular human being, and robot's were usually more susceptible to such things, so it was worth a shot. He would lash out with a furious barrage of slashes and strikes, aiming for the joints so as to see if he could disable the bot.

[h3]Jackson[/h3]

Jackson could only sink deeper into his arms as he heard the lady chastise him. What was he supposed to say, 'I'm sorry, it wasn't me but some alternate persona in my head that made me say it.' Yeah, he may have been isolated from people for all of his life, but even he knew that wouldn't work. As he was sinking into despair, he heard something from the T.V running in the upper corner of the cafe that instantly drew his attention. [i]Janus Corp.[/i]

On the T.V screen was a newswoman, he didn't know her name, who face was pale as she stood in front of the Headquarters of the Tech company, Janus Corp. While it wasn't the at the top of the market, and had a reputation for illegal activity, it had still been a rather powerful company. And now everyone inside the building had been slaughtered, if the woman was to be believed. She didn't explain how beyond the horridness of it, but Jackson didn't need her to say anything. As he sank back into his seat, deeper than before, he covered his ears to ward of the screams of terror and pain that began to assault him, but hone can't hide from their own mind.

The cafe faded away as he remembered the events that had happened only a few hours ago. It had been a regular day in hell, painful experiments in the morning followed by tiring training. He had been about to do something, he had forgotten, when he felt a familiar pressure take hold. A dark insanity that chilled him to the bone. 

Mu had awoken.

 He fell over, trying to hold him back, waiting for the scientist to bring the usual lab rat for Mu to sate his bloodlust on,but instead they placed him in a cage and clamped him in special restraints designed to dampen his Reality shifting abilities, and waited. They ignored his pleading and begging, intent to watch as he struggled against the demon inside of him. Soon, Mu over powered him, making his way to the fore and silencing his cries. He only stared at each and everyone of the scientists, his eyes filled with a broken glee and a twisted smile that oozed malicious intent. And the thoughts that rang forth were the same as always.

'Kill them, break them, bend them, rip the flesh, crush the bones, drain the veins, smash their heads into the wall.' Over and over, these thoughts filled the  mind, each one conjuring up image after image of the gruesome act they defined. And even with them knowing the danger, they did nothing but watch. But Mu was patient, always patient, waiting for his chance. An hour passed, then two, then three. It had only just reached the fourth hour when he escaped. One second he was in his restraints, the next he had a man by the throat with tendrils made from the metal on the floor, choking the life out of him. The guards opened fire, but their bullets seemed to bounce off of a invisible shield and ricochet back at twice the speed, hitting them all in the brain, as well as others. Mu finished off the man he held by crushing his throat before turning around to face the other occupants in the room, a single word on his lips.

"Die."

What followed next was a horror show of blood, guts, and mayhem. Mu worked his way up from the basement levels to the very top of the building where the CEO was hiding scared with his vice president. And Mu wasn't without a sense of humor, sadly for the both of them, as he dragged them down to the lobby, which had been closed to the public at this time and every elcetronic device in the building short-circuiting due to the distortions of reality, and opened the Vice-president up, using his blood to right a message to all who would witness this scene. Right above [url=https://ww3.janus.com/SiteObjects%5Cpublished/FFFFFFFFA8347B540106A689CB7DA2D8/89861566CD44E8DEF049E80C8A71630E/file/Janus%20Logo%20HR.jpg]Janus Corp Insignia[/url], he wrote, "They made their choice, they opened the door, and now the beast has been unleashed upon the earth. Chaos will reign and they will be to blame. So spite this man for taking the name of a god, for wanting the powers of a god. His avarice will be this worlds downfall."

And right in the middle of the insignia, one would find the CEO of Janus Corp, dead with his vice president's face sewed onto the back of his head.

Jackson shook from the memories, feeling like he was going to vomit from what he could remember. He knew it wasn't him that had done those things, not really, but it felt like it was him. Every time his persona's take over, it feel like their wants and desires became his wants and desires. It was so hard not to feel guilty for what Mu had done, when he himself felt the absolute bliss that over took him when a life was stolen. Sad as he was to say it, Jackson had yet to experience something that felt as good to him as murder and bloodshed was to Mu. And that scared him, it truly did scare him. And so Jackson kept his heads down, silently crying as he cursed himself, Kuro keeping quiet as he knew exactly what Jackson needed right now, some peace and quiet. Kuro had been the one to wake up afterwards, in n alley not far from the building. He'd gone unnoticeable and left, trying not to gag at the sight of 5 alley cats and 4 rats that had been ripped apart. He'd made his way to this cafe, stolen some clothes and bam, here they were. Not a penny to their name, homeless, and not an idea where to go. Well, things could be worse right?