[color=0076a3]"Catch"[/color]- someone said behind him as a bottle of water flew towards Horus. The faint shadow of the bottle flying threw the air could be seen in front of him. Without a thought he instinctively caught the bottle with his right hand behind his head, not even looking at it. [color=708090]"Thanks for the water"[/color]-Turning and flipping it a couple of times in hand he decided to place it in his travelling bag. During his travels he had learned to never take food and water for granted and collect the most of it while the chance was present. Things you learn to know when you travel through deserted roads and sleep in old abandoned shacks, if he was lucky enough to find one. He only hitchhiked when the road was long enough without any intersections for miles on end. Just the thought of disposing everyone who gave him a ride made him throw up but it was the only way, or at least that's what the voice told him. He hates to admit it but his fear of being caught by the Grey Man surpasses his moral code, his human decency and respect towards another human, towards taking their life.
[i]Still no sign of the other voice.[/i]

Then, a conversation about their powers began. He would be a fool to believe what anyone said, they were all liars. You had to be one to have gotten this far without getting caught. Laser eyes, someone said. He wasn't even trying to pretend on being serious. Killed a few people? Who says that with a grin? Only a murderous psychopath or a terrible liar. He was probably a virgin on the killing game. Most of what he could've done was drain someone unconscious.
Horus started narrating :[color=708090]"And God said, Let there be light."[/color]- as he said so he pointed his right hand at the ground and a beam of light emerged. Then he started doing clicking noises with his tongue while turning the light power on and off, effectively imitating a flash light. [color=708090]"But wait there's more"[/color]- he added as he took his left hand next to his right one and started pantomiming like he was rotating a small volume slider next to his "flashlight". As he did so the light dimmed and became stronger in perfect sync with the movements of his left hand. Turning it up all the way, it suddenly became very bright although it was aimed at the floor, the light started flickering and then it turned off. [color=708090]"Well, looks like my battery is out, gonna have to recharge it. And with that I bid you all goodnight."[/color]- and as he said so he made to leave. Turning to Quiet one last time he added with a smirk:"Barely waiting to see your powers first hand. Definitely more interesting than mine."- and with that said he picked up his bag and went to the 3 doors. Does he wear glasses to constrain his power? Comics much?

He called the bed first anyways so he doubted anyone would complain. 3 doors in front of him, he decided on a whim to open the right one and there it was, the room with the bed. He always had a knack for first tries.

Just as he was about to turn the handle the door opened itself. Well not actually itself but rather a girl from the other side. She had an elegant frame with a pretty face. All natural, no make up on it but her features were still pleasing to the eye. Not most girls look good without it. Her hair were dyed green...unless it was her power which changed her hair. Though he thought he made the color of dark brown at the roots.
[color=708090]"Hi there, is this your roo.."[/color]- without even turning to him she passed him by. Completely ignored..thought he didn't care much. He was transformed from the boy he once was, for the things he had done he probably didn't deserve a second thought let alone a look. Well if she had a problem with him entering the room, she should say so. And with that he entered inside. [i]A voice started whispering to him.[/i]
[color=070809]"Find Elvarren, Find Elvarren, Find Elvarren, Find Elvarren, Find Elvarren.."[/color]- the voice started with a low whisper.
[color=708090]"Yes I will, that's why I'm here isn't it?"[/color]
[color=070809]"Find the girl, Find the girl, Find the girl, Find the girl, Find the girl.."[/color]- the voice then changed the chanting.
[color=708090]"Girl? What girl?"[/color]- it was the first time it had said a thing like that. Something was off, it didn't resonate the feeling of the other voice, could it be...
[color=070809]"Find a mate, Find a mate, Find a mate, Find a mate, Find a mate...leave Elvarren, go to a beach somewhere and enjoy life!"[/color]- the voice changed from a chanted whisper to a cheerful tone.
[color=708090]"Wait what? IT'S YOU!"[/color]
[color=070809]"You want a cookie for that?"[/color]
[color=708090]"I was actually starting to worry that I wouldn't hear you again. After how you disappeared when I beat you at your own mind game, I was fearing for the worst."[/color]
[color=070809]"... ha.. ahahahahahaha, the humor is strong with this one. I was tired, I had to rest for a time. Being in your head filled with depression gets tiring as hell."[/color]
[color=708090]"WELL I WOULDN'T BE DEPRESSED IF YOU DIDN'T MAKE ME KILL ALL THOSE PEOPLE!"[/color]- and saying that he slammed the door behind him. To the others who had witnessed the interaction between him and the green haired girl, it would seem like an angry reaction to being rejected.
Sliding down the door he held his face in his hands. He hadn't been getting any sleep. Every time he closed his eyes he saw their faces, their smiles as they offered him help. And how did he repay them? By killing them in cold blood, all because the voic..
[color=070809]"I didn't tell you to do jack shit. I offered my advice and told you of the risk for not taking it. You made your choice and here we are. No need to give credit where it isn't deserved."[/color]
This damn voice. A sudden burst of rage took over him, partially because it was maybe true. He started pacing through the room as his thoughts flooded one after the other. Maybe he did this of his own volition, maybe HE killed those people. Up until now he had been able to preserve his sanity by telling himself that the voice didn't give him any choice. That twig that he was holding tight onto was starting to break. In an effort to take his mind off, he looked at the bed. Filthy.

Taking the dirty cover he pulled it roughly, ripping it in some places and through it at the corner. He took the mattress and flipped it over. Now all he needed were some new covers. Opening the closet he quickly scanned it for something to cover the bed, finding a large piece of white cloth he pulled it quickly while dropping some other clothes on the ground. With that, fell a picture. Finally starting to slow down, he picked up the picture and gave it a quick look. A family of 3, a young boy in the middle, his mother and father standing beside him on his right and left respectively. As he studied it closer he found the boy's face familiar. Where had he seen him before. Of course! It was Dusk. As he was analyzing the photo he had taken a sit on the edge of the bed, covers on one hand and the picture on his left, now calm, already forgotten about his episode not 10 seconds ago. Turning it back he saw a name, "Karel" and a sentence below it. He didn't know the language but it made his thoughts start flowing again, but this time they were flowing for his family, his home. What were they doing at this time. Were they thinking of him? ... Who was he kidding, they were probably dead. Captured, interrogated and killed in the end. Although a little part of him hoped they were alive and well in their house, it made him feel better believing that they were dead. It made him feel like there was no turning back, only going forward, towards Elvarren. And besides that, he would rather see them dead than see the look on their face knowing what their son had become.

Taking one last look at the picture he wondered, did the boy's parent's know about him? What would they think of the boy if they learned he had killed people. Would they still love him?

And with these last thoughts, his right hand over his eyes, covers on the ground, his left hand dangling on the side of the bed, sleep started to engulf him. As the last spark of consciousness left him, he let go of the picture...