Origins: Return

Justin unclenched his fist, releasing his vice-like grip on his victim, sending him crashing twenty feet down to the floor. The rain stuck Justin's hair to his forehead, and his eyes gave him a most malevolent look. They were expressionless: devoid of pity, fear, even disgust. They just gazed blankly at the blood stains on the young boy's school shirt.

Frankly, killing people wasn't hard. It wasn't that bad. People go around spouting things like killing's the worst of all crimes, and try to stick up for what's righteous. It wasn't hard to kill after the first time, and to just move on to the next body, and the next. Justin believed that concept. And he intended to stick to it.

"You're seriously sick." Nick appeared at the entrance to the alleyway, a silhouette against the lamp post behind him. But Justin could tell Nick was in a bad mood. He could see Nick's hands quivering.

"Mm? What's wrong?" Turning back to the limp body, he levitated it up and down, suspending it in the air. The body flopped lifelessly, and the unseeing eyes stared right at Nick...

"ENOUGH!" Whipping his hand forward, Nick sent a sharp network of branches at Justin, twirling all over, leaving no place for Justin to move.

Teleporting behind Nick, Justin made a motion to grab Nick from behind and smash him onto the ground. He grinned. His second power really helps with the murders. And now he was about to beat the person he once worked with, a person who was as much of a mindless killing machine as he was. A laugh formed within his trachea.

Then a ball of energy exploded in his face.

He crashed backwards, then reset himself into a stnading position, covering his face in his hands. His wide eyes were visible between his fingers, blood trickling down his chin, diluting with the rainwater. Numb shock and adrenaline coursed through his veins.

"What the-" Looking up, he saw Nick approaching. Now that he was on the other side of where Nick was, Nick's face was thrown into sharp relief. His pale face and brown eyes were streaked with malice, a satisfied grin forming on his face. He snapped his fingers, and minuscule balls of exploding light formed around him, slowly drifting towards Justin. Just a slight flick of his fingers could send crazy amounts of pain into Justin. He could. He would.

"Playtime, buddy," smiled Nick.