As Cerise departed the girl took a deep breath, and as her left foot made contact with the cracked concrete, she rocketed off with a wild determination. The caution in her cold blue eyes took on a tint of purpose. A voice in the back of her head gnawed at her, but she drowned it out. With each step, her speed took on new life, accelerating at a frightening speed. The world began to blur, nothing else mattered. She needed to move faster. In her frenzy, she had let her instincts take over as her mind drifted into some distant corridor of her mind. Running full speed into the wall of dust, the world faded away in its entirety.

Standing before a rusty throne, her eyes were set upon the figure imprisoned behind the seat. Its penetrating lifeless gaze rang out from underneath the torn, dusty mantle. The chains that shrouded and bound the behemoth jangled as Yui felt herself grow dizzy. As she raised her hand to her face, she noticed the thick chains that bounded her arm to something in the shadows. 

How many times had she been here? 

As her mind began to race, she felt her body being yanked forward before finally falling before the throne. She felt a foot rest lightly atop her head. 

[color=ed1c24][b]"My, my, if it isn't the Demon of Progress,"[/b][/color] the voice reminded her of Cerise, but even more condescending. Looking to the side in an effort to tame her annoyance, Yui felt her face being lifted up by another foot. A pair of pale red eyes greeted her. A menacing smile was painted across Zakra's face. 

[color=ed1c24][b]"Dead. So dead. All because you held yourself back..."[/b][/color]

Yui felt tears stream down the side of her face. Her body was motionless, her eyes unsteady with confusion. She felt something cold in her arms. Breaking from Zakra's loose hold, the horned girl brought her head down to examine the heavy object in her arms. The hole in the Excavators silently howled in her mind. The insignia sewed on his coat clawed at her eyes. She had no reason to believe it, but she knew. Deep in her heart she knew. One of them had killed him. For one reason or another. Fury swelled in her heart and as desperately as she tried to smoulder the flame, it only added fuel to the fire.

[color=ed1c24][i]All because you held yourself back...[/i][/color]

The tears continued to stream down her face as her gauntlet gripped the face of the corpse. No one could know, she knew that. The amount of backlash Daybreakers could receive, it would only further their alienation from society. The cries for justice rattled in the back of her mind. 

[b]"I'm sorry..."[/b] 

The words had barely escaped her mouth before she felt the flesh and bone flatten underneath the slight applied force of her palm. She repeated the process several times, beating the corpse to a pulp, and then nothing more. All traces of his existence were gone, the evidence destroyed, saved for his dog tag which she tucked silently away. Her bones creaked, as she felt her blood boil. Lifting her head to the crimson sky, she let out a blood curdling howl, before disappearing in the direction of people she no longer considered her allies.