Kyo snarled at the presence of Dark and Cancer, the horrible urge to attack them rushing through his veins. Staring at Dark, however, seemed to dissipate the rage and brought his humanity back for a moment until that revolting, psychotic, stupid and horribly eccentric helmet-clad student from the Academy interfered. He felt as if this very private moment of sacrosanctity, of private glory, was being defiled by these invaders.
"What the fuck do you sound so pleased about?" he asked harshly, his breathing becoming faster as he ripped his attention away from Cancer.
"I know who you are now," replied the man simply, a cruel smile curving his lips. "I know I'm not getting out of this one. You must have waited a long time."
"Why did you kill Abigail?" he demanded through clenched teeth, his voice low to ensure the others didn't hear him.
"Abigail?" the man repeated inquisitively with the air of one discussing something pleasant rather than infanticide. "Ohhh, the kid. Snuffing her out was fun. She could have been so many things... too bad I blew her brains out."
Kyo made a strangled noise, an odd mixture between a roar, a sob and a cry of revulsion. The blade pressed deeper into the man's throat, the blood dripping onto the floor even faster. What had he expected? When he pictured this moment, he expected the man who orchestrated the murder of his entire family to be begging for forgiveness. Instead, his grand moment turned out to be nothing like the way he had imagined it to be. It did not feel like justice. The way he felt was exactly how that pale, screaming ten year old child felt when he found himself surrounded by the corpses of his family.... helpless.
"I'm the one in control!" he said desperately, trying to wrest the situation back into his control but feeling it slip away from his fingers.
"That's all you fucking abominations can think about, huh? Control." sneered the man, his hands visibly trembling as he noticed the amount of blood dripping from the cut in his neck. "I know what you came here to do, but you don't walk away the victor. You wanna hear something really funny about control?"
Kyo remained silent, wondering if he should slit the man's throat before he could say another word, but an odd sense of curiosity allowed him to continue.
"Daddy was the first to go, then poor little Abby. Your mother was last. Taking turns on her before we killed her was the most beautiful form of control imaginable..."
Under the weight of this horrible revelation, the fragility that had affected Kyo so badly over the years finally came to a head. His mind snapped.
Screaming in grief, he flipped the man around and threw him to the floor, immediately pouncing onto him and creating a large telekinetic dome that would prevent any of the bystanders from preventing what he needed to do. The man's gleeful shrieks of mirth turned to screams of agony as Kyo brought the sharp, telekinetic blade down onto his chest and stabbed him repeatedly. The knife flew up and came swooping down, cutting into the flesh and causing blood to spurt out all over Kyo's mask and cloak. Nothing bothered him. Nothing was more important than the continued pain of this man, nothing was more important than ensuring that this vile, vicious cretin was dispatched of in the most horrible and brutal way possible.
Kyo, in his frenzied attack, lost count of the frenetic stab wounds he had delivered to this man. All he knew that he was alive but slowly fading away. The last blow came slowly, with Kyo holding the knife far above the man, savouring the moment. He gripped the handle of the blade tightly with both hands and plunged it into the man's forehead with such force that his entire skull caved in.
He blinked.
The gruesome sight of what was once the man's face greeted him and he recoiled in horror. The gratuitous carnage, the wreckage of the carcass and the fresh, metallic-scented blood that had bathed his cloak were the triggers that allowed him to seethe savagery and depravity he had sunk into. The atavism of his actions struck against him like an unbound train, causing him to grab his hair through the cloak and whimper with fright, the screams and yells of Carolyn barely registering in his ears as she tried desperately to break the powerful telekinetic barrier he had created.
"I can't break it!" screamed Carolyn, desperately gesturing for the others to help her crack the dome. The others had had to watch the whole, horrific spectacle and were completely unable to do anything about it. The stabbing that had seemed to last an eternity for Kyo registered for only several short seconds for the others around the dome.
"Help me!" she pleaded, repeatedly striking at the dome with telekinetically-aided kicks.
