Dark times

Power rising

Dark dredged through the city of Farcry, looking around at the tall buildings towering over him, beckoning to fall and crumble. Almost how those thugs made him crumble in fear and blood when he was young, he rolled his eyes and continued on. The people bustling on like salmon in a stream all having places to go. Dark had somewhere in mind, and he will get there, no matter what may happen...he WILL get there. He glances behind him and of course, he's being followed, A hooded figure walks hastily behind Dark, maneuvering through the crowd with their sight on Dark, but this didn't cause any alarm in Dark's demeanor it actually made him excited, a devilish smile spreads across his lips, his razor sharp teeth glinting in the dim sunlight of the hazy afternoon. He starts to jog, making this into a game "Come and get me fucker..." he says with a sinister tone. The figure speeds up and starts after Dark. He darts through the crowd, jumping over barrels and launching over carriages. Every move he makes the figure replicates, this was for sure going to be fun... He makes a quick sharp right into an alleyway, he hated the alleyways but this time it wasn't him losing. The figure runs into the alley...but no Dark in sight, they cautiously walk in deeper, pull their hood down, look around and yet, nothing... they sigh and turn to walk away when they are met, face to face with Dark, claws out and ready, he slashes at them, they quickly put their arm up to block the blow from their face "SHIT!" they shout in pain as they stumble back, the wound stinging as black veins spread from it . Dark wastes no time and slashes at them again and again each slash lands on its intended mark. The figure is now on the ground, and Dark is the one still standing, he is winning...and it feels AMAZING!  "Any last words?" he wickedly bellowed, He goes for the kill shot "DARK WAIT!!" the person gasped, Dark stopped right as he was about to rip this person's heart out. He growled like a farle dog cornered, the person shuttered but quickly found composer "I'm your brother...Crow"  he said shakily. This only made Dark angrier, he pulled his clawed hand back and slashed Crow across the face and threw him into the stone wall. "I don't have a brother" he said as he turned and walked away, Crow held his face, blood seeping through his fingers "Bu...But it's the truth!! I am your brother!!"  he shouted in desperation. Dark stops, laughs then glances over to Crow, murderous intent glazing his eyes "Not anymore..." he said with a smile and within seconds he was gone. He reappeared down the street from the alley, he looked back at it, smiled and started on his journey again. He pushed his way through more aggressively now that his adrenaline was pumping, he was getting impatient with these people...these problems...these fucking parasites that roam where they please, each of these bastards deserve what they got coming to them...especially him...Abaddon, lucifer, Devil whatever name he goes by now... the only name Dark considers calling him is Victim..."He will pay..." he chuckles as he gets a devious idea... he quickly grabbed a passerby and gutted them right there, then he did another and another, panic and chaos starts to take its course, this easily cleared a path to the castle...