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Killdip- Is Change Possible ?

The beginning takes place where Tyrone and the rest of the Pines family beats Kill. 

Tyrone's POV:

Kill's mouth started to pour out blood. He looked up at me with a cold glare, soon falling to his hands and knees. I walked up to him, making sure he wasn't too badly hurt, just hurt enough where he couldn't cause further damage. I grabbed his chin and looked him in the eyes. They were full of rage, yet they shimmered with the slightest hint of pain. "You should have given up, Kill. You know that villains never win." I sighed softly, let go of his face. His hard glare formed into pure sadness as he looked back at the ground. "Put him in Widow Asylum, where he'll be locked away and alone. Perhaps he'll learn a lesson or two about how to be a decent human." 

                                                             ~Two years later, Widow Asylum~ 

Kill's POV:

I gently tugged on my bracelet, the one that disables my powers. I've only been here for two years and I've practically lost my mind. Imagine how bad I'll get after four, or six! After burning down half of the U.S.A, I was sentenced to life (A.K.A eternity) in prison. It has not been fun, trust me. I have to go to some, "get better" class and draw pictures of what I like. Let's just say the lady who runs it doesn't like blood and world dominance very much. I looked up at the pictures painted around the walls of kids being happy and outside with their friends and loved ones. Being free. I sat down on one of the cushions. "I really need to find a way to escape..."

"Oi, 0001!" One of the workers shouted. "Excuse me! My name is Killian..." I sighed and rolled my eyes. We get marked from how dangerous we are. Number one, which is me, is the most deadly. "Yeah, whatever Cipher. You have a visitor." 

My eyes lightened. A visitor!? I thought to myself. Nobody, in two years, has come to visit me. Barely anybody has talked to me! "Oh~ I bet it's Bill! Is it him?" I smiled for the first time in a while. The worker smirked, as if it was somebody terrible, like the Easter Bunny. He unlocked the door and somebody walked inside. They were wearing grey sweatpants with a black hoodie, the hood fully covering their face. I stood up, slowly taking steps closer to the mysterious figure. "Who are you...?" I whispered, looking into their familiar pair of chocolate brown eyes. They placed their hands on the hood, slowly pulling it down to reveal the same face that had beaten me two years ago. 

"Ty...Tyrone...?" I whispered. It was him. It was the one that had beaten me all those years ago, and wrecked my life and dreams. "It's...you." I could feel my face burning with rage, the red in my eyes quickly melting away into a dark abyss. "God, if I had all of my powers, I'd fucking rip out your tiny little lungs!" I yelled, large black and red horns started to grow out of my head, while my face formed tiny little eyes that stared down at Tyrone. He sighed, looking around the place. "Look, the world needs your powers. We need you to help us." He smiled softly, acting like he never did anything wrong to me. "What, are you going to steal the rest of my powers? Just like how you stole everything else from me? I'm never going to help you. I hope your pathetic little human race dies, and you're the first one to go!" I screamed, black blood pouring out of my eyes. It's something that happens whenever I get too angry, or sad. I think I wasn't either, though. I was more scared than anything. All I could do was turn into some scary looking creature. Tyrone could actually harm me, he could kill me if he really wanted to. Without all my powers, I'm practically a mortal. I was completely defenseless. 

Tyrone gently grabbed my wrist, taking off the bracelet. A quick shiver ran through my body as all my powers came back to me, filling a piece of me that I was missing. "I trust that you'll listen to my deal, okay? Please, just don't run away..." He whispered sadly, staring down at the ground. My brain was telling me to teleport away, run and never look back, but my feet were glued to the floor beneath me. My heart ached every time I looked at him, as if I felt something for this boy. "Fine...speak" I rolled my eyes, pulling my wrist away from his grasp. "Ford...he discovered a strange entity heading for Earth. A powerful one. We believe that if we can get you back in shape, and train you hard enough, you can defeat him! Then you can be free again! We'll take care of you, provide you food and shelter...you don't have to win, just please try..." He teared up, shaking slightly. I felt a lump form in my throat. I can't actually feel bad for him, right? He ruined my life! I looked up at the picture one last time, picturing freedom. "...Fine. Just stop crying. It's annoying." I rolled my eyes once more then looked back into his eyes. The sadness was replaced with a joyful look, one that could make even the most heartless monster feel happy. "You...you promise that I can go home after?" I questioned, which was soon met by a nod. "Yes! Now, let me show you the Mystery Shack, where you'll be staying!"