(( Argh, really sorry - havn't had a chance to post lateley T_T Ommgggg. ))
Cyr swayed as he walked. His head was starting to throb. The amount of focus required to put Jack in stasis was starting to wrack his brain. He was gratefull that Tara was healed. Otherwise, he would proberly be unconscious now. The trickle of blood from his nose dripped onto the grass as he moved onwards.
He saw the academy and took a deep breath, smiling. It was still in ruins, but he thanked whatever was up there that hadn't given a crap about him until now. He moved towards the double-doors leading to the small "Encampment" those not affected by the chip were in.
He looked inside, and allmost threw up at what he saw. Blood was strewn across it, children had been murdered in their sleep. Women, elders... Masters... Dead. All dead. He saw the healer who had helped him impaled on a spike of rock. Blood was splattered on the surrounding floor. Her eyes were misted over, and her mouth was open in shock and pain.
Cyr closed his eyes, then opened them. They were glowing pure white. His hair started to flow upwards as his fists clenched against the door frame. Surrounding pieces of debree and rock started to float upwards. His mind was replaced with blank rage as he stared at the scene before him.
It wasn't fair. It wasn't fair!
He closed his eyes for a few moments, trying to calm himself down, then let out a telekenetic scream. Emotion that he had been keeping for years inside of him flowed out. Windows shattered all around him. The surrounding debree bursted into pieces. One thing was in his mind. Rage. He wanted to grab the person who did this, and beat them. Beat them until they begged for mercy, until their blood covered the floor. His hands.
Then everything stopped as he toppled to the floor, grunting. His eyes turning back to their normal colour. The debree around him dropped to the floor as he stood there, tears dropping to the grass. He turned around. His eyes, unlike ever before - seeming full of emotion. Hatred, confusion, a sence of injustice - were readable in his eyes to even the worst judge of character.
"Siberus, see if you can patch up Jack. We're going to find whoever did this, and kill them." He ordered, his fists clenched.
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