"Do you think it's my fault everyone can see your scars? You just don't hide them well enough. Therefore it's your own problem that you can't move quick enough." He lunged forward, keyblade poised in hand, once again drawing it across the exposed flesh of the boy's cheel, the only evidence it was ever there being a trail of blood pushing its way up past the skin and a slight hiss muffled by the gag. By all means let the crimson flow to its own accord. Who is to say it never wanted to be free in the first place? "You shouldn't have come back. This time you won't leave without coming within an inch of losing your life. If you aren't seeing spots and stars, You obviously aren't close enough to the edge." A smirk pulled on Riku's lips as he took in the sight of his tied up prey beneath him. It was truly a beautiful sight, but not as fun as a traditional chase would be. Corner and then torture. Ahh yes, that would be the better alternative.

Walking around the occupied chair in front of him, the silveret drew his keyblade across the binds that held his prey to his seat, watching the other bolt as soon as he got the chance. That only made Riku grin more. The chase was on and one of them was going to die tonight. The corruption that had gone through Riku's mind was more twisted than anyone could realize. His thoughts were jumbled into messes that were incapable of being understood. Riku himself didn't even understand them. So he went with instinct. No more being ignored. He would kill his look alike. Being made in a lab and then taking his place, his friends, his home. No, he wasn't going to put up with it. It drove Riku mad to a state of no return. He had become a psychopath and all he wanted now was blood and he was going to get it.

"Oh Riku, dear! I think it's time for another visit!" His call was instantly followed by a cackle as he broke into a run after the one he set free. It's not long until the end. Not long at all. The games will end in a vision of red .They do for everyone.