Nightwalker slowly lowered himself back into the streets—at the centre of the carnage they'd just ensued.

Kate followed him down, green energy slightly dull but still emitting from her body.

The rain made her suit stick to her form, the hairs on their heads stick to everything, and their sweat seem imperceptible.

People ran all around them. Screams and wails were the tone of the day and the city laid in slight rubble.

Nightwalker sleeked back his hair with his hand, giving her a good bearing on his golden eyes. "Why do you oppose me?!" He yelled. "Because of these pathetic beings?!"

"They're humans!" She snapped back, then lowered her voice he barely heard it. "... Just like us."

With his hands on his waistband, he huffed. "Then, I guess you still don't get it yet."

He burst to the side. Grabbing the head of a civilian running by and squashing it against the side of a building. "Do you hear that?!"

Spectra, about to stop him noticed his increase in pressure when she did, so stopped completely. "Just put him down."

Throughout all this, the man screamed a guttural wail, his arms trying to cut at Nightwalker's arm, and legs flailing wildly beneath him.

Nightwalker was unfazed. "This is a lesson." He ignored the man's screams and pleas. "If you try to save him—I'll kill him, if you don't try to save him—I'll kill him slower.

Make your choice."

Nightwalker's view on how humans were, had already been described by Alice. It was horrifyingly simple...

Nightwalker saw humans the same way a child saw an ant. His to toy with, his to trample under his foot, his to keep as per but ultimately—

His to end if he ever felt like it.

"ARRRRRGH!!!"

The man's screams intensified as Nightwalker increased the pressure—his eyes now bulging out and bloodshot.

Kate's eyes nervously darted between the two. Unlike him, she could feel every decibel of scream in her soul—and it gnawed at her.

"Tick tock, Kate." Nightwalker said casually, still holding him with one hand while he raised the other to gesture checking the time, "I don't think he can last very long."

"..."

"W— What the fuck are you doing?" His voice shook slightly as he watched Spectra fall to her knees, clasped her hands together... and begged him.

"Please," she shook her head. "Just let him go."

With a sigh, he rubbed his temple with one hand. ~SPPRLT!~ The wet sound like that of an overripe tomato was all they heard as the man's skull finally gave him.

His body, however, stuck to the side of the wall—held in place by the paste-like brains that smeared across the wall.

Spectra shut her eyes. Feeling utterly defeated, she couldn't do this. Especially when she's surrounded by civilians that only she cares about.

"You're making this a lot more difficult than it has to be," he wiped his hand riddled with brains along the side of the wall. "You're a fucking Paragon, the closest thing to Gods I'm this Earth."

He crossed his legs underneath each other on the cold tar road—in a lotus position.

Her head remained downcast as water trickled down the ends of her hair.

"Let's try something to help you handle your emotions..." He raised a finger. In the next second, his eyes lit up a brilliant golden colour as he turned around and arced everything in his laser.

The people running, the building in his line of sight, everything that the laser touched—all ripped in half.

He turned back to her with an emotionless face. "... You see? I felt absolutely nothing."

Her face twisted in antipathy. She had nothing left to say to the sociopath. She burst forward—using his body as a board as the smashed through a building.

Punch after punch. Right. Left. Elbow. Headbutt. She attacked with everything she could, pummeling him deeper and deeper into the earth.

Each punch deepened the crater they'd made, pushing them deeper into the ground.

Kate's fist shot up, about to deliver another attack before she heard laughing.

A laugh that rippled goosebumps all over her skin. It was low, bubbled—probably from blood, tired, but what was most sickening, it was genuine.

It was by no means forced. He was actually laughing. And it was driving her insane.

She hesitated, waiting for the dust to settle, needing a good view of his face.

A cut on the ridge on his nose and side of his cheek, bloodridden lips and teeth that smiled at her.

"What's so funny?!!" Kate screamed. She gestured around the wreckage they'd made, "you think any of this is funny?"

"N— No." He stammered slightly. "What's funny is you actually think you can win this...

I killed your husband, had you reject the trial, killed those people on the train, made you crack and you think you can win?

Checkmate, bitch."

The green energy swirled around her, she hovered slightly into the air and let her constructs take form.

First a giant fist—she pounded relentless until the laughing stopped. Then a drill—that slammed the crater into an abyss.

She finally stopped, lowered and then, let herself catch her breath.

She inched closer to the pit, glancing into it—though she couldn't see anything, undoubtedly he was still alive.

His heart was still beating.

Which bode the question, Could a Paragon truly be killed? They were the closest thing to higher beings this world was yet to see, so who could they truly be stopped.

Through the dark, two laser beams shot up like rockets out of the pit. She instinctively moved to the side and faced the pit again.

Nightwalker's hoarse voice spoke, though she couldn't see him. "I wasn't aiming for you, sweetheart."

Her eyes trailed, following the beams that'd just missed her and shot up. It'd had taken out the wing of a commercial plane that was now, steadily, crashing down.

With a moment to spare, she took off into the sky. Cutting through air resistance like it was nonexistent.

She reached the plane and gauged the situation—the beams had taken out one of the thrusters, off balancing the plane.

Already hearing the screams of panic from the passengers inside, she lodged herself underneath the plane—in an attempt to steer it to safety herself.

"..."

The plane finally balanced under her arms as Kate was gradually lowering it to an empty field.

Finally, she'd managed to at least save some lives tonight.

At least that's what she thought until Nightwalker lunged at the plane.

He attacked from the base of the plane and blasted through with his dipped and lasers until he destroyed everything and came from the top covered in blood.

All in nothing less than a second.

The plane was still in her hands even when she knew they were dead within, she was frozen for a second.

Nightwalker fell down to her eye level, met her gaze and said, "Do you still feel something?"

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