Psychopath

I walked slowly behind Cyrus, partially because the injuries which I had obtained from my fall made me slower and partially due to wanting to keep a safe distance away from him. I was terrified. Cyrus had covered me in a suit from head to toe, to prevent any other Seraph from suspecting that I was not one of them. However, I had not seen even a single Seraph for the few minutes that we had been walking. Although, that may have been for the best as I was still convinced that they would deem me as suspicious and attack me based on that hunch.

We passed many derelict buildings that looked ready to collapse- the Orcus truly seemed like a terrible place to live. We walked to a place that seemed like a high street, which was dimly lit by flickering street lamps. This gave it a very eery and hostile atmosphere and my gut feeling told me to keep away. It was full of haphazardly put together stalls. There were barely any physical buildings and the few that there were seemed badly maintained and about to fall apart. Even here, I did not see any Seraph. Everywhere I looked seemed deserted.

"Where is everyone?" I asked Cyrus timidly.

Cyrus responded, "I think they are all hiding. There must be trouble going on somewhere."

Trouble? I was not sure what he meant by that. But I did know that I wanted to be as far away from it as possible. We continued to walk down empty streets, heading towards his house. Suddenly, I heard shouting coming from ahead. "Let's avoid going that way," I warned him.

"I can sense danger coming from that direction," Cyrus responded, "but my house is that way. Don't worry, I'm strong so I will keep you safe."

Without another word, Cyrus turned around and promptly picked me up and bundled me into his arms before I even had a chance to protest. His sudden seriousness shocked me as he seemed like a relatively easy-going person up until now. He jumped up ten metres into the air onto a nearby building and we landed with a loud thud onto the roof. I was startled. He had just shown superhuman strength. It was unlike anything I had ever seen before. "How did you…"

Cyrus abruptly interrupted me with a harsh tone of voice, "Don't say anything. We must not give away our location."

Cyrus began to run and jump from building to building, increasing his speed as he moved. He moved so fast that my head began to feel dizzy. I felt like I was in a dream, nothing seemed real. Cyrus was holding me against him, the warmth from the contact we shared intoxicated me. His hair, which usually fell onto his face had wind streaming through it. He looked almost like a prince escaping an evil lair while carrying his damsel in distress. Giddy with excitement from being so close to him, I began to feel like I was floating. I felt safe in his arms.

We headed towards the direction of the shouting and in what felt like no time at all, we arrived at the source of the shouting. Cyrus stopped abruptly, which jerked me back into my senses. I looked up and saw him frowning, deep creases stretched along his face. "What's wrong?" I asked.

Cyrus did not respond as he was clearly lost in his thoughts. I looked down at the ground and I saw a horrific scene.

There was a woman on the floor. I assumed that she was a female Seraph. She was surrounded by several onlookers, their faces clouded with guilt. Some covered their mouths in shock at what they saw, others shouted in disagreement whereas others simply stared blankly at her still, cold body. However, none of them moved an inch. I assumed that they were frozen in fear.

The Seraph's eyes seemed to have rolled back into her skull from pain and her body was twisted into an unnatural fashion. She had pale skin and bright white hair, just like Cyrus however her face was distorted as if she wanted to scream. However, no sound came out. It was uncertain as to whether she had died, passed out or whether she was in so much shock that she couldn't control her body anymore. Her neck was twisted to a point where it must surely be broken and upon closer inspection, I could see a few digits from the top of her spine poking out through her battered skin. Her skin seemed to be torn as a result of multiple lashes and these deep cuts covered her whole body. It scarred her face. The most peculiar thing about her, however, was that a large pool of a blue substance surrounded her. It oozed from her wounds in her neck, face and body. I noticed that despite her injuries, she seemed to be huddled over a bag like her life depended on it. Her skin seemed to have ripped from the immense grip that she used to hold the bag. It dripped with blue liquid.

A figure in a thick, dark suit stood beside her. In his hand, he held a blue stained metal baseball bat, which had razor-sharp needles that seemed to have been hammered into it placed throughout it. The blue substance dripped from the needles. The figure raised his bat and brought it down onto the Seraph.

CRACK!!

A loud crack emanated from her lifeless body. This seemed to open up her stomach, as a large gash formed where the bat was connected to… no inside her body. Blue liquid stained the white dress she wore. The figure cruelly ripped out the bat from her body. This caused her body to spasm uncontrollably; her mouth contorting as if she needed to scream and writhe in pain, however once again, no sound came out.

I was disgusted. I had never seen something so cruel in my life. I looked up at Cyrus. His eyes were wide open and full of rage. However, despite all his anger, he put me down onto the roof gently. I had never seen someone so full of hatred before; he seemed like a completely different person. His skin started to radiate with an ominous white light and his hair began to flow in the air, despite there being no wind. He was glowing. Taken aback, I took a step away from him as he suddenly gave out an intense aura that seemed extremely powerful and dangerous. Even though the scene was horrifying, it seemed strange that he would become so angry by the situation to the point that his physical appearance was beginning to change. Maybe he knew the female Seraph? With that thought, my heart dropped. That must be the answer.

Cyrus suddenly emitted a surge of power so intense that it caused me to fall to my knees. My head felt like it was going to split open. I screamed in pain as I gripped my head so tightly to try and almost contain what felt like it would be an explosion. Tears filled my eyes and my vision became blurry- just being close to him was so intimidating that I felt close to passing out. Cyrus stepped forward slowly, he was shaking with anger. Then he bent his knees as if he was preparing himself for something.

Suddenly, he disappeared into thin air. The intense pressure subsided, although it was not gone completely. I looked down at the scene and saw something that I knew that I could never forget. The onlookers had gone completely silent. They were wide-eyed in terror. Cyrus was in the centre of the crowd, behind the figure. The figure seemed to be on their knees and blood had erupted from their neck. Its body cast a long, dark shadow over the ground. Cyrus had extended his right hand straight out and it was dripping with red blood. The pool of blood underneath the figure's body was rapidly growing. It reached Cyrus' shoes as well as the white dress of the Seraph on the floor, which it stained red. The figure's head, which was covered by a helmet, was still rolling on the floor. Blood was smeared all over its visor, preventing me from seeing the face of the figure. The rest of the helmet was also bloodied. I came to the realisation that Cyrus had beheaded the figure instantly, silently and effortlessly. Cyrus had stopped glowing at this point and his hair had once again, turned back into his tousled state. He turned around to face the body of the figure in a suit and I caught a glance of his eyes. They were lifeless and expressed no emotion whatsoever. At that moment, he truly possessed the look of a psychopath.