Screams echoed throughout the world, as Teo fell to his knees. The anger filled him, overwhelmed him, consumed him. The world burned, as he looked out onto a plain of torment. Corpses rained from the sky, flames consuming the vestiges of his mind. The corpses were his. That seemed significant somehow. In the centre of it all stood Stein, three eyes blazing, as Teo felt the rage pump through him. And yet there was no mind to direct, no will to withstand. The flames surrounded him, coated him, as he felt tears run down his cheeks. He didn't know what he was crying for. Was it for the memories that even now shattered around him? His childhood, his friendship, the hope he had carried into every aspect of his life? Or perhaps it was for Melody, for Brown, both of whom were already dead.

That seemed a certainty somehow. They had been killed. He'd killed them. Of course. That made sense. 

And when he looked up at Stein once more, the rage had formed something far colder, and far crueller. For as he looked upon the corpses around him, of the things he had once loved, he felt nothing but cold disdain. And before him stood the man who had done this to him, who had taken everything. And he could feel nothing but subservience.

[color=ed1c24]Allow me to show you a new world, painted in the brightest shades of red.[/color]

It was only a little later that Teo realized that Melody was in his hand, and he was holding her by the neck. She wasn't dead. Not yet. That would soon be rectified.

And as insanity clouded his mind, Teo was forced to smile, as he realized what he had cried for. For today was his funeral. Teo had died, and all that was left was this hollow shell, this remnant of psychotic rage, of unfeeling, uncaring bloodlust. The figure standing there was nothing more than a shadow. And it would be the last thing Melody saw.


Stein smiled, as he turned to Saeid, who was still holding the blade to his throat. "It looks like somebody fell into too deep of a hole, don't you think? However, feel free to slit your throat. I'll just prop you up. And the last thing you see as you leave this world is an innocent man breaking his friend's neck. Unless you want to try and stop them, of course."