Snippet #1060714

Psycho smirked. "My dear boy, your big talk does not frighten me in the slightest. I have seen the devil, and I struggled to remove myself from his evil grip when he attempted to drag me down to hell. You do not know a broken mind; your mind has not even a crack!" he laughed cruelly. "Don't believe me? I can see your mind, your soul...I can see your overwhelming passion for your friends, your despair over the death of your mother, your desire to please your father, even more increased now that he is the only person who is family to you. I had hoped to kill him first, and thus cause you even more misery, but I am content with sended the good General Margrave his son back to him...though dear me, the way I will leave you, I'm not so sure if he will even recognise you as human!" He cackled all the more wickedly, even more as Romeo's blade slashed into the bodies of the screaming men and women. "Today will be a massacre...but the truth is that you and your friends caused this!" He gestured towards the brutally mangled bodies scatted across the floor.

At that moment, however, Psycho noticed two things; first, as his mind reached out to find the minds of others, he became aware that someone was attempting to sneak up on him; second, he felt the presence of a young girl, hiding behind a wall. He felt the mutant girl's fear; it pleased him greatly. But first things first. The pillars that had once held up the ceiling that the mind which was attempting to sneak up on him was under suddenly began to crumble, and the ceiling began to crumble down. Confident that the person who had attempted to sneak up on him was now either dead or trapped, he returned his attention to the hiding girl. Picking up the body of the charred teenager, he fired it; it landed in front of the girl. Using his mind, he spoke to the girl's mind. Do you think you can escape from this? he cackled.