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"I can see all your secrets..." Psycho cackled...and then stopped. "What?!" he shrieked as he found himself unable to enter Romeo's mind. "You're blocking me out! How?! HOW?!" In his fury, he was unable to see Romeo's hand reach out. The blade missed, but Romeo's hand enclosed around the gas mask. A small tug, and it slipped off.

Under the gas mask was a pale, grey face, with short black hair. Psycho's eyes were black and empty; there was nothing, no life, no soul behind them. Scars were all over his face, burn marks accompanying them. His mouth was thin and his lips were as grey as the skin of his face. It was a horrible sight, but that was the least of Romeo's worries.

A raging, deranged, painful roar escaped from Psycho's mouth as the entire mall began to shake. Everything suddenly began flying around; nothing was left stationary. Pillars and other large, fixed objects were completely shattered into dust, and windows were entirely shattered into a fine grain. The lights in the mall began to flicker on and off as people smashed into the floor, heavy objects smashing into people, while in the centre of it all Psycho hung in the air, his scream echoing through the mall. It was absolute chaos; a small show of Armaggeddon in the mall.

And then, it was over. The lights stopped flickering; the objects that were left fell to the ground. It was a gruesome, horrific scene; the bodies of hundreds of people littered the mall; blood and gore was splashed against the walls and the floor. And Psycho was gone; his last, primal roar seemed to continue to echo in the mall. And in the centre of it all lay a gas mask.