Decent Into Madness

Pain

Striker and the rest of the mob searched for the duo, Blitzo came up with a plan to distract them with help from his Brother Fizz. While Fizz kept Striker and the mob busy, blitz went around searching for the buildings old supports.  Setting up bombs to make it all collapse. When all was said and done, Blitz ran to Fizz and Fizz used his robotic arms to swing them both to safety. Striker realized it was a trick but was too late to run, the building collapsed in, most of the mob were crushed.
Striker however, was hit by a beam but was still conscious, though he was bleeding. He gritted his teeth and growled, before heading out of the wreckage to find Blitzo and Fizz. Blitzo and Fizz were walking back to a car that was parked by the exit. It didn't have a key so Blitzo had to Hotwire it.

Just as Blitzo got the car running,  Fizz was snatched up by a rope and dragged back to the front of the building. Blitzo jumped over the car, gun drawn, and demanded Striker to release Fizz. When the smoke cleared, Blitz heard Strikers maniacal laughter. Blitzo's eyes widened when he saw Strikers cold heartless eyes, the blood running down the side of his head, his hair in a jumbled mess. Striker shoved his gun into Fizz's face, telling Blitzo that he had had it with losing every fight. If he couldn't kill Blitzo, we'll his friend would be a nice substitute. Blitz had to think fast, Striker had been pushed to his mental limits. He was gonna explode! Explode? Blitz spotted a gas barrel behind Striker and shot it. Striker turned back and the barrel exploded, sending both him and his capture into the dirt with Striker taking all the brunt.

Striker ran crawled away, Blitzo took the tattered and beaten Fizz back home to Ozzie's. Blitzo running home himself to rest up after such an insane day. Striker however, was humiliated again. He lost again, to someone who was protecting those disgusting royals. He gripped his head, his hands covered in blood, his eyes teared up. It played like a broken record in his mind, losing again and again to those lesser than him. He screamed at the top of his lungs, pulling bits of hair out. He picked up a tv remote and smashed the tv with it, that pain in his head throbbed, that beam had damaged his fragile mind, he has forgotten his past, his family, his childhood friends. All he remembered where the times of torture, all the loss, the hate, the humiliation. He smiled and laughed again, laughing till he coughed up blood. He now only had one goal, kill Blitzo, no matter what the cost.

(This is the beginning of a short 3 part series based around the events of Season 2 Episode 6 where we get to see the descent into madness of Striker, hope y'all enjoy these stories I love Y'all, will be posting more soon!)