The Red Halo: Outset

hanging out with some friends

It was the weekend, (y/n) was sitting on his couch in his living room, which was completely dark with light coming on through anywhere. (y/n) had no plan at all other than sulking in his living room about what he had heard. A VFS officer killed 150 innocent people who wanted to stand up for what they believed was right, just like that. It borders him, a lot. More than it probably should have ever. He was mad about the death of Oscar and Sam but now, he is even more mad than before. All he felt was anger and rage just wanting to let loose and kill the VFS officer for what he had done. So many families and loved ones are now in sorrow because of what the VFS has just taken from them.

These feelings, he didn't know how to react to these feelings, he felt like a massive bomb just waiting to explode at any second, ready to destroy everything around him as long as it took down the VFS officer and while he's at it, including the thugs. He just couldn't help but feel the feeling of wanting revenge.

No, he yearned for revenge, he wanted to make both the VFS officer and the thugs suffer for what they have done. The thugs killing an innocent shark child because of something that isn't his fault or was a part of. Then killing Sam because he got in away and just because he was willing to defend someone he cared for. The VFS officer killed 150 innocent people like it was nothing and because he didn't care for them. So many people, families, loved ones, they never see the people they love most ever again. He wanted to make them suffer the consequences for what they have done, taking away others' loved ones. He wanted to make them feel pain like they never felt pain before. He wanted to make them go through a fate worse than death that they would be begging for death that no one will ever give them because (y/n) would never let them.

He wanted to kill them.

All these feelings were just mixed for (y/n). He never wanted to seek to hurt others or hunt them down like they were insane monsters that had rabies nor had he ever wanted to straight up kill someone else. This was a new one for (y/n) because he never wanted to kill someone in a painful way. He didn't know how to react at all and he felt like he was starting to lose his own mind. He felt like madness was consuming him but because he felt like he wanted madness to consume him.

(y/n) felt like he was waiting for something, anything. He was waiting for the voice, the voice to say something, like how he needed vengeance, how he needed to take the law into his own hand and bring justice by himself to punish those who had abused their powers for too long. How he was going to make sure that everyone, including one who has magic, knows that they have to face consequences for the crimes that have been done against the weak and those who they deem to be villains even though they were innocent. He was just waiting, waiting for the voice to say anything so he could argue with it so he could distract himself from the feeling he was feeling right now. But for some reason the voice wasn't appearing which was strange as (y/n) felt like it was the perfect time to appear and to annoy him but for some reason the voice was talking to him.

Then he felt it, he felt like he was being watched by someone. He felt like someone was just watching not from a far distance but a very close distance as if the person watching him was in his own house. (y/n) started to feel paranoid but yet he couldn't express that feeling at all. Usually he would be freaking out but for some reason he couldn't. (y/n) wanted to stand up and look to see if there was someone in his house but for some reason he couldn't stand nor could he feel his own body as if it turned numb. He tried to look around to see if there was anything making him not able to move but he could only see with the vision that his eyes could reach. He looked around but he saw nothing other than the table right in front of him and the chair next to his couch.

But then he looked at his TV

He saw the reflection but he didn't see himself but the version of him he saw when he was in a coma. Just sitting on the couch like him but more menacingly. He was just standing there menacingly just looking at him with his red cold eyes. Red that he could never forget even if he were to erase his own memory. His hair, the same color of white just like the snow but if not more whiter than snow. His arms, the one that looked like it belonged to a monster but also a human. His claws, claws like no monster he had ever seen or heard off. They look like they could cut through his entire body without putting any effort, even buildings, by just swinging them.