Losing It

[Cain]

And Cain paced down the hallway, step by step, an aura of rage and hostility emitting from him. Every stomp against the ground resounded anger, frustration, guilt and despair. It was obvious that today really was not a good day for Cain. And known only to him, this was probably the worst day he had ever had since his father died. He felt hopeless and lost, as he walked down the hallway, both lethargic and frustrated. It was as if the very happiness and cheer in his life had been taken away. Well, technically, they have.

Zen had been taken away by his father while she was coming home from the grocery. And no matter how hard Cain looked, he could never find her. Their home was empty, their numbers cut off and their tracks totally clean (Cain had some illegal help, to be frank). It was as if they had disappeared off the face of the earth. And having no lead at all, Cain wondered where he should actually start looking. For all he knew, they could be all the way in China by now, considering the number of days Cain had spent searching. The very thought of it frustrated him.

And he had just developed the resolve to finally bring himself forward as a father very different from his own too, having found the confidence to trust in himself.

But... Life had to be fucked up, it seemed.

Cain let out a soft grumble, his right fist clenching as he shot it outwards randomly, accidentally hitting someone's back then. The boy would stagger forward, before turning around. And boy, was he large. He was the basketball player, and in the starting team. Large and tall, totally dwarfing the smaller and leaner Cain. He would say something in reaction, though reaching Cain's deaf ears as he reached forward, grabbing the back of Cain's shirt and pulling him towards his fist.

Cain let the attack connect, his head jerking back as a grunt escaped his lips. That had hurt... But it felt good. Pain...

Cain's hands shot forward, placing themselves on the man's stomach. And then, he shot bursts from both palms, throwing the man off his feet and into the lockers behind him, causing a dent in the steel container. And as if that was not enough, the snapped fighter would dart forward, driving his shoulder into the man's chest, before twisting around, his left fist smashing into the center's face. And yes, a burst was included.

Cain had lost it. Frustration, hopelessness, anger, they had built up to the limit, and Cain was venting it all out on this unfortunate fellow, as he stood in front of him, sending fist after fist after fist. The sound of small sonic booms filled the hallways, as the guy was pushed deeper and deeper into the locker, his body broken and almost distorted now. Blood covered Cain's face, though not his own.

Unless Cain was stopped, one of the school's best basketball player was about to meet an early demise.

[Jack]

A peaceful walk was cut sure by the cheer of a crowed all that stood out to him was the bleeding face of Conrad, the centre for the basketball team. Jack's lips curled up into a little smirk he always got himself into trouble, in the preseason he alone had accumulated fifteen fouls over four games and to makes things worse the team so far had only received thirty fouls over the four pre-season games. He was a liability to the team and a potential candidate to take away his ability to play his game, despite his outstanding score rate he was not the player that would take this school to the top, Jack was.

Jack broke from the circle of maggots, as he stood directly behind Abel, his eyes met with Conrads and the look of plea that Conrad gave him brought a chuckle to his otherwise stone-cold expression. Abel had clearly lost it. Could it have been frustration, hopelessness, anger, guilt? Had they all built up over time until they finally reached their limit, and Abel in a vain attempt to get it all out was venting it all out on this unfortunate being. Jack chuckled as he stood off to the side watching Able as he sent fist after fist after fist into the centre’s body. The sound of small yet disturbing and sickening sonic booms filled the hallways, boom! boom! boom! The wet sound of bones breaking, muscles bruising, groans of the poor child who was in the wrong place at the wrong time. Blood covered Abel's face and body, though it was not his own. Jack let out another chuckle, his hands coming together to applaud Abel on his show.

“Bravo, Abel, BRAVO!”

Jack called out.

OOC: I’m assuming here that this is after their time together in New York completing the delivery job.

[Cain]

Conrad's eyes begged for mercy, his lungs too rugged and beaten up to conjure enough oxygen and allow the poor large male to speak. His chest cavity had been dented inwards, every single one of his ribs already broken in, as Cain heaved hard, putting every breathe and energy he had behind every hit. He did not care how badly Conrad here was getting hurt. He cared not his image as the calm and collected fight-lover would be ruined. He cared not about how much his fists were already aching and how much blood had been spilled over him. He cared not abou-

“Bravo, Abel, BRAVO!”

Abel? That name had been dead for quite a while now. Hell, it was a name that Cain was slowly starting to hate, considering how it always kept him away from home. Despite all that he did and all the time they had spent together, Zen never knew about how he get his money. She never even questioned. Abel...

Cain let out a soft growl, his eyes never leaving Conrad. Well, until now. Never even turning to see who it was, Cain would leap backwards, adding more force to his right leg as he twisted his upper body to the left, allowing himself to spin towards his right. As he did, he would focus on the blurred vision of his opponent, his right foot aiming to crash down on the side of his head.

Yeah, Cain cared not who the man was, or how he knew about his identity as Abel, but whoever it was, reminding him of his secrets from Zen simply pissed him off.

[Jack]

Jack smirked, as the boy leapt back. Before he could even truly confirm whether or not Cain was a threat or not he acted. Jack decided to make the first offensive maneuver , not trusting the thought that the boy would not attack him. He moved forward, taking one large powerful stride with his left foot as he lifted his rear leg up and sent it forward aimed at the rear/hips of Cain (depending on whether it hit when Cain had just jumped back or had begun his rotation). His right hand would swing back to act as a counter balance as he angled his hips forward and his large torso leaning back, it was a perfect push kick, mixed with his agility and long reach it would most probably land first, with the intent of pushing Cain into the body of Conrad. Jack stood on the ball of his left foot and he breathed out, sniping Cain even before he could gain momentum. If all was successful Jack would take a step back making sure he was out of leaping distance. “Tsk, tsk, tsk…. I’m disappointed Abel, it has been well over a year since we last saw each other Abel… and this is the greeting I get?”

Jack would say with that arrogant smirk of his. Jack let out a little chuckle as he placed his hands out in front of him, showing Abel that he meant him no harm (if he’s turned toward him now). “ I mean you no harm friend.”

[Cain]

Cain would find himself falling backwards before he could even face his opponent, though the spin was still there, with enough momentum to bring him around before he reached Conrad, his back pushing against the man's softened torso, more blood spraying and covering Cain's back. Cain's waist ached hard. That attack had been strong, throwing averagely-built Cain back. He let out a soft grunt, his hands coming to his waist, doubling over. And with such a movement, the crimson liquid from Conrad flowed from his neck and down the string of his necklace, before finally reaching the crimson gem beside the tooth pendant. And as soon as the blood touched the gem, it would start to radiate a eerie crimson glow.

For the first time ever, Cain had activated his Bloodlust.

The hunger for battle, the thirst for thrill, the lust for blood; these sensations had replaced his own physical energy, as Cain felt himself suddenly fill to the brim with energy. His body shivered with excitement, those pale-pink lips curling into a feral grin. He would push off Conrad, reaching back then to grab Conrad's shirt, before twisting him around and throwing him at Jack, before pushing after Jack. Unless Jack had the ability to look through bodies, he would not see Cain coming in low under Conrad, moving on all fours, somewhat, as he drove his right shoulder forward, aiming to bring it onto Jack's right knee.

Feral rage. It was all that was going for Cain then.