But I do it. I try.
And I scream at the top of my lungs,
"No!
No!
No!"
My body convulses, arching backward, and something rips through me, splitting me apart. What’s happening? What the fuck is happening to me?
The scream inside me grows into something monstrous.
I feel a fury, but I don’t want it to stop, I want it to spread!
A shockwave blasts out of me, shattering the monitor, whipping the ashes of the soldiers into wild spirals.
The walls start to vibrate. The floor shakes. The very air trembles.
Everything changes color, black and red, burning, alive with fire.
They killed him!
My rage is expanding…
And then, bam!
In the next instant, the entire hangar blows apart, its frame ripped sideways as if I shoved it apart with pure force, leaving only me standing in the center.
Me, standing over what’s left of the hangar.
And of Snow.
Only his shadow on the ground remains, thin strands of light, the last fragile drops, sinking into my body.
No!
Another shockwave tears out of me. Not one, several. Pulses, concentric, radiating in every direction.
They beat out of me—my rage, my hate, my grief—and they destroy everything.
Around me, the port buildings collapse, falling into rubble.
My wrath has no limits anymore.
Destruction.
Destruction it is!
They took him from me. My Twin Soul.
They stole him from me.
This world, its fucked-up society, its fucked-up inhabitants!
Humans!
I won’t let it happen, you bastards! I’ll destroy you all! I’ll kill you all! You’ll pay for this, every last one of you!
