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I didn't want to admit if before....but maybe there is more to this 'faith' thing than I thought.

As my energy levels continued to rise, I took a breath, and attempted to dig deep into my own mindset. I had to be somewhat aware of myself, as my emotions were building up an enormous reserve of unimaginable power, stockpiled and ready to be unleashed in a tantrum of rage and destruction. But I could feel that dark storm inside of me swelling with every breath. I could hear the thunder in the distance, and feel the ice cold wind blowing across my cheek. The gloom of it was pressuring me to strike. To take my revenge swiftly. Mercilessly. It was waiting for me to give into it's seductive ambitions. It was trying to force me to give it complete control so it could rip this place apart without hesitation. And holding it back was going to take a lot concentration on my part. Otherwise, I fear that my mind would be lost in darkness....possibly forever.

I already gave up my humanity. I don't want to lose my sanity too.

Natpea twirled the silver spikes in his hands a few more times, but while he was so cocky about approaching me before, he now knew to keep his distance. He didn't let it show on his face, but he was quickly trying to push his way back into my thought patterns. Trying to find my hidden impulses and read them so that he could maintain the upper hand. But I didn't let him in. In fact, I increased Kid's extra to the point where the scream of the mental static nearly 'deafened' his attempts to peek in on me. He was locked out completely, and he knew it. No more magic tricks. No more rehearsed games to play. Let him use his skills to fight back...since he's so 'superior'.

I didn't move, not even when he circled around slowly to stand behind me. I had nothing to fear from him being out of my sight. Not anymore. I was ready, and he wouldn't be able to cheat me any longer. But he took a chance anyway, and the game began all over again. He stabbed forward with both shivs, and I swiftly spun sideways and sucked in my stomach to keep them from touching me on either side. My hand pushed out sideways, and with a single blow to his chest, I knocked Natpea clear off of his feet...and onto his back almost ten feet away! Too bad you didn't see THAT coming, punk ass!

Natpea was quick to roll back to his feet, but he hesitated before approaching me again. He was still probing, still trying to find a way in. But once he realized that his tricks wouldn't work anymore...he stood up, and he gave me a nod. Basically giving me a warrior's consent to do battle on these new terms. He seemed almost impressed...even if he still had every intention of killing me where I stand.

Our eyes connected for a moment, and he actually bowed before me. It wasn't what I was expecting, but I figured the only 'honorable' thing to do would be to bow back, I guess. However, the second I took my eyes off of him, he jumped forward with an attack! I was barely fast enough to block his lightning fast hands as they struck out at me with a ferocity that I had never witnessed before! He wasn't pulling any more punches, this was real....and the concept of losing was not an option for him. It's easy to see why this was his job, and he took it very seriously.

My arms flung out to all sides, the muscles refusing to cramp up on me as we dueled it out, blow for blow, neither one of us able to get through the other's defenses. He struck out at my legs, but my instincts had now learned to protect me down below....my footwork avoiding his every attempt to trip me up. And when he returned to striking out at my face and chest...I was ready for him there as well. He fought even harder, and I had to increase my speed and power in order to keep up with him. But...the storm inside of me raged on. It got stronger the more effort I put into to defending myself, and there were a few times when I felt myself losing control of my punches. They would occassionally lash out all on their own, without my thoughts guiding them, and attempt to seriously damage the opponent standing before me. They were death blows. Crippling blows. The kind of strikes designed to completely render an enemy helpless in a matter of seconds. nd, if used correctly, they might have helped me put an end to this once and for all.

But....

The savagery of it all. The sickening strength...the cold strategy of it. It begged me to let loose. It craved the blood and torn flesh and broken bones with a hunger that was frightening to experience. What happens if I release my full fury? What happens if I give him one hundred percent of everything that I've got...and I can't pull it back? Can even Comicality's training save me from going overboard? I kept fighting Natpea, while still fighting with my own abilities, and it felt as though my mind was being torn in two.

Natpea's rapidly spinning blades took on a deceptive motion, and soon, I couldn't even follow his hand movements anymore. I felt the sharp ends scratching the surface of my skin, leaving warm trails of blood behind. I was able to move fast enough to keep the cuts from being too deep, but not fast enough to keep him from making contact. I backed away from him as he pressed forward, stabbing, slicing, slashing, at every possible target. I could hear a loud crash of thunder in my mind as my eyes darkened, and my hands reached out to grab a hold of his flailing limbs. I bared my fangs, and slammed Natpea up against a wall, holding him up by his throat, and had to work to swallow the anger back down before it got any worse. He took the moment of hesitation, and wrapped his legs around my midsection, crushing me from both sides, and then spun me to he floor with a twist of his lithe frame. We both rolled to our feet, and he used his piercing weapons to try and damage my legs and disable my movement. But I blocked every strike with ease. My hands reacted all on their own, and my instincts protected me with a vengence. I flipped over and landed behind him, kicking him in the back. It didn't even slow him down.

The more he struck out at me, the harder it was to hold back. There was a killer inside of me, struggling to get out, and I didn't know how much longer I'd be able to hold him back! Finally, I felt my hand grab one of his wrists, and I snatched one of the sharp shivs from out of his grip! I stabbed forward with it, and he leaned to the side to prevent me from piercing his heart. He used his shoulder to bump my hand away, and attacked again, the both of us trading blows and clashing in the center with the shivs so hard and fast that sparks flew off of their metal surface. My mimic abilities absorbed his fighting style so fast that even I was surprised at how well I handled myself. That all ended when the angered roar of he Beast echoed in the back of my mind...and I felt the creature's dark presence take shape. I was giving it strength. It was being reborn through my anger...and I couldn't stop it. Couldn't hold it in. My whole world seemed to be full of its hateful influence...and as it took form inside of me, I lost concentration on what I was doing.

Natpea connected a harsh kick to my ribs, and a rapid succession of punches to my face and stomach. I felt him kick me up against the wall, and then grab my arm to swing my had around to put me halfway through a nearby fishtank! The breaking glass and rush of cold water flowing over my backside woke me up from my hellish fantasy...and the pain settled in quickly. I pushed Natpea back, and my body heated up immediately to a temperature that was hot enough to evaporate the water right off of the surface of my skin. I charged forward, wisps of steam curling up into the air, and attacked with a frenzy of punches that hurt Natpea's arms just to block. The rage took over, and soon, sparks of electricity began to shoot out with every one of my punches! So even when he blocked it, he felt the pain of the shock! I heard a scream...a loud, frustrated scream...and realized that it was me. I was hitting him so hard that I was bruising my own arms and legs from the impact. And when I kicked forward to connect to Natpea's flat muscled stomach...he flew back into the wall, cracking the plaster and almost going through it!

I marched forward, unable to control my own footseps, and continued to pummel him with everything that I had to give. Stop it Justin! Slow it down! But my body refused to listen. My emotions refused to obey. The madness was too far into its circle to be restrained any longer. Natpea dodged and ducked many of my blows, but he was visibly shaken by the intensity of my attack. And that only made me strike out harder. The FURY inside of me boiled overwith unprecedented anger! My wrath began to burn so far out of control that my unwillingness to participate in this bloodbath was a mere annoyance to the senses that had already taken center stage.

My mind began to instantly cloud over and bind itself with the murderous thoughts my extras had filled me with. It wasn't something that I could really fight off anymore. It happened all on its own, and I hungered for its evil guidance in this time of desperation. All I wanted to do was reach Taryn before they hurt him anymore! And this hatred....this destructive damnation of the soul...knew the way! I NEEDED it to help me! Just....just this once. So...as I stood there, and watched Natpea come flying at me with another attack, I closed my eyes...and I let the darkness take me over. Completely.

Without even looking, I caught Natpea's ankle in midair, and sent a jarring shock of electic current crawling up his leg and thigh before violently swinging him around to crash his head through a nearby table! When my eyes opened, they were completely black, and my fangs grew three inches longer than they had ever been before. I walked over and kicked him across the floor, approaching fast to strike again. This time, Natpea's speed meant NOTHING to me! I could easily block his punches and kicks one handed, without any doubt in my mind that he was inferior to me in every way. I waited for him to exhaust himself trying to get a punch in, before grabbing him by the hair, and pulling him down to knee him in the chin. I dislodged two of his teeth, and he feel back on his shoulders. He got up again, though.and he kept fighting. I can respect that.

I blocked three punches, and delivered a blow to his ribs. I blocked two kicks, and delivered a blow to his throat. I blocked some of his best strategic movements, and when he was least expecting it, I hooked my ankle around his, and kicked his other leg out to the side....forcing us both down into the splits again. Except this time...I felt no pain at all. And I struck out to push him sliding across the floor before rising to my feet again. He had no more games to play. No more moves to show me. It was over...he was just too damn stubborn to admit it yet.

I could feel the 'justice' in every bonebreaking movement. The liberation was a joy that was almost too much to handle. It was as if I were back at that late night Kinko's all over again...feeding on my first victim. Or that high school classroom, ramming my fists against the flesh of that fucking bully who thought that he could get away with what he did to me. Or in the park that night, when Trevor brought me one of those despicable bastards that beat me up outside of my house, and laid him out at my feet as a gift. There were soooo many times that I had welcomed the loss of my senses...the loss of my control. And it was ONLY during those times that people actually took notice. It was ONLY during those times that they paid ATTENTION! And now? NOW I've got this fucker's ATTENTION, don't I???

Natpea sprung to his feet, and raced towards me. I countered his every move, even when he spun around to attack me from behind. He couldn't find a weak spot. I didn't have any left. I fought back, aggravated by his attempts to remain standing. My abilities began to flare up on their own, and drips of acid fell from my hands to the floor, burning holes in the surface. My eyes flared up, and as he slammed his fist into my chest, I felt it turn rock hard in that particular spot, nearly breaking his hand. He kicked at my legs, but they did not move. Flames rose from the shoulders of my shirt, and I had to use a hand to pat them out. Natpea continued to hit me all over, and I didn't even attempt to block, as Rain's extra kicked in instantaneously to protect me from the physical pain. But the 'emotional' pain that it was causing me with every translation was creating a heated disgust in me that gave the Beast even more power over me. And at one point, my hand seemed to grow in size, my fingers arched into a giant claw...long black fingernails extending from the tips...and I struck out at my enemy, slashing his shirt and ripping chunks out of his chest as he spun to the floor. I tried to hold some of the fury back, but the Beast's savage growl was already choking up at the back of my throat! The dam had already burst, the floodgates opened...and the current of energy was too strong to 'bottle up' now.

My rage had grown beyond my comprehension, and my abilities weren't going to take 'orders' from me any longer. All of my restrictions broke down at once, and my spirit let the anger win. GOD it felt good to let go! It was as exhilirating as resurfacing from an ice cold pool of water...finally taking that first lung full of air after holding your breath for oh so long. My pain disappeared, instead circling up into a dark halo above my eyes. And as Natpea staggered back to standing position, holding the bleeding wounds in his chest and stomach, he was barely able to catch a slight glimpse of a twisted smirk on my lips before the brain geyser shot forward at full blast and knocked him clean off of his feet! The force of the impact slammed him up against a wall over twenty five feet away, and he slid down to the floor, his body writhing in agony from the pain of having that unbelievable surge of emotional trauma pushed through him with such intensity.

I could feel the shadows creeping over me slowly...taking their position as the screams of others fed me with more fury than I could contain. My eyes, still black to the point of being almost invisible, were still able to radiate light outward somehow. It was a darkness that knew no boundaries, and sucked the surrounding light into them as though it never existed at all. My knuckles cracked as my fists clenched themselves....and the roar of the Beast began to vibrate through my limbs as I obeyed its monsterous call.

The POWER....the unimaginable PRESTIGE! I was a fucking leviathan among my own species! An act of God that they had no defense against! My very existence causes the heavens to tremble and quake for fear that they fall into my disfavor! I have dominion over everything and everyone in my line of sight...and all who oppose me are going to meet a fate worse than any demise their underdeveloped fears could ever provide them! I'm the only one worthy of their worship! The ONLY one worthy of their terror! How DARE they DEFY me!!!! Once I retrieve my beloved from the upstairs balcony...I intend to bring this whole building down in FLAMES! I'll burn my enemies into ASH and return them to the fucking DUST!!! NOTHING SHALL BE LEFT STANDING WHEN I AVENGE HIM!!! **NOTHING**!!!

The rubble and debris crackled under my heavy footsteps, and I climbed the staircase to the next level...where I knew that my Taryn would be waiting.

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