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A nearby signpost ripped itself from the ground, and began to smash itself repeatedly into the ground. After a moment, it bent in half gradually, and snapped, and the two ends flew apart like high power magnets. Psycho gave a sigh as his anger receded. Whenever that image returned to his mind, he burst out in a rage of violence. He turned back to Lycan as if nothing had ever happened, and smirked sadistically behind his gas mask. "And where does his mother live?"
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Half an hour or so later, Psycho was drifting right outside the house. Indeed it was rather secluded. He had hardly been seen by anyone, and anyone who had seen him, walked away believing they had seen a rather interesting looking cloud--a simple enough trick for Psycho to implant that kind of thought in their heads, and on a night like this it wasn't too hard to mistake things like that. Psycho peered into the house through one of the windows, where a light was shining out of. It appeared she was sitting at her bed, reading. "Ah, pity for the boy," he murmured to himself before the window simply removed itself from the windowpane and settled down on the ground. The woman turned and, seeing Psycho, opened her mouth to scream--but the sound never left her lips.
Within an hour, Psycho was long gone. The entire house was in shambles--furniture was overthrown, the walls had holes and the paint was slashed and peeling. And on the bed, with a book laid on her chest--Psycho had been considerate enough to save the page she was on--was the body. There were several slashes, gashes, and bruises across the face and body, so many it was hardly recognisable. And on the back of her neck, carved into the flesh, was a tribal-style gas mask.
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Psycho moved into a standing position while remaining in the air, and the door--barely hanging onto the hinges in the first place--swung open. He drifted out, and enjoyed the cool night air. Psycho had always preferred the coolness of night to the heat of the day...he turned to glance back at Los Angeles. "Don't worry, LA..." he sniggered cruelly. "I'm coming for you. I'm just going to swat down a few mutant kids on the way."
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As the buggy approach, Psycho greeted Lycan by hurling a massive boulder right at the buggy. It was, of course, not a hostile action--having been in contact with Psycho as long as he had, Lycan was probably used to Psycho's style of introduction. Psycho approached the buggy. "Well, what an unexpected guest," he said with a cunning smirk. "Something you need?"
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Many had often wondered how Psycho became the twisted, inhumane, sadistic, psychotic creature he was, the evil thing that, it seemed, had once been human. That was an event that Psycho kept to himself, and told no one.
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At that moment, Psycho attacked Golem's mind, assaulting it and replacing loyalty to Lycan with a furious hatred of him; essentially, turning Golem on his former ally. As Golem prepared to attack Lycan, various objects began to unearth themselves; metal bars with cruelly sharpened tips; a number of knives and daggers. Cackling uncontrollably, Psycho launched five sharpened bars of metal at Lycan, tailing the werewolf like missiles.
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"My friend, do you really think that, over he years, I would not have learned from my mistakes in dealing with you?" As he came towards the ground Lycan shifts forms, turning into a tortious/armadillo creature just before he hits. He leaves a hug crator, but no real damage is done. As he grows wings and flies back up he tosses the huge dead body aside, using this action to gain momentum and catching up to Psycho a little sooner.
When he gets close enough he shrinks down in size to that of a small rattle snake with a unique pattern that, once he turns into the rising sun, he become nearly invisable. He still has tiny wings and use them to propel himself towards Psycho like a poisonout spear, aiming to bit his ankle.
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"Well, that hurt...a bit," he hissed, smirking behind his gas mask. "But not enough to stop me. You should have seen this coming, my old ally....surely you would have expected this." With those words, he launched a full on, merciless assault on Lycan's mind. Psycho wasn't aiming to control him, or cause him pain; he was aiming to outright kill the mutant's brain. It would be difficult, given their very close power levels, but Psycho was confident in his power.
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Psycho turned away from the mutant, and looked out in the distance. "There's a nice little town out there, I hear..." he murmured to himself. "With a nice, big mall that everyone goes to...hundreds of people..." he couldn't help but begin laughing uncontrollably at the thought. "And maybe I'll run into some old friends...I think I'll make a detour at the mall..." With a single burst of midair speed, he began moving towards the town.
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