"You know I loved him as much as any man loves their mate. I wanted him and I have to say, your interference always angered me; more so now that he's not even here."
Hisoka had a firm grip on Killua's face, squeezing from below his chin, fingers digging into his cheeks. Killua stared back, dried tears on his face, an assassin's rage in his eyes.
"Worse than all of that, is that any of the potential alternate fun I could have had from your brothers, is also gone," Hisoka added, the magician's smile on the maniacally insane side.
"Illumi got Alluka and there is no possibility of a war between us now that his goal is met..." he squeezed a bit harder, "so what should I do with you? I would have thought Illumi liked multiple pets."
Killua flinched only ever so slightly, releasing his aura in a steady flow of murderous rage.
Hisoka slowly removed his hand from Killua's face; movements more like a snake coiling for attack than a mouse startled by fear.
"What good will fighting with me do? What good will killing you do for me? Will it bring me back into Illumi's attentions?"
Five cards soared towards Killua, as he leapt deftly to the side and behind, slamming Hisoka with more than 10,000 volts. Hisoka fell face first to the floor as another handful of cards flew through where Killua was moments before.
Killua stood over Hisoka, face emotionless and eyes hollow. He was no longer the fourteen year old with a future, with friendship brimming all around him; just an assassin hell-bent on finishing what he started.
Hisoka lifted himself from the ground, "Gon was stronger than you. That naivety was what made him better. He traded that to make himself more like you; weaker. Of course, he is actually dead and you are dead inside. Same difference I'd say."
Bungy gum wrapped around Killua and began squeezing. The air escaped from Killua's lungs in an odd musical sound.
"There's no beauty to you. You're weak through and through, no passion, no light in your heart. Just weak. So," he stepped forward and slapped Killua, "incredibly," he slapped Killua harder, the silver haired boy slamming into the floor, "weak!" Hisoka screamed kicking him away.
Killua hit the wall, bungy gum loosening, air returning to his lungs; he gagged, and then vanished. He kicked Hisoka in the head from behind, landed on his back as he fell with both feet, and was positioned to stab him when he stopped.
Laughter was ringing behind him, the point of the needle pushing through in his head.
"No, no, brother, don't stop. Don't mind me. Just finish killing him and let's go home."
Killua's body, shaking uncontrollably, stabbed through Hisoka's shoulder. And then tore him to bits, laughter pouring from Hisoka's lips until he finally died. Illumi placed his hands on Killua's shoulders.
"Don't worry, little brother. I may have prevented 'it' from bringing back Gon, but Hisoka is an easy fix. We'll have him back before dinner, you'll see. Now let's go home, little brother. Let's go back to where we belong."
Illumi stepped forward to leave and Killua took a jerky step to follow; much like a puppet unable to control its own steps. Their steps rang in the silence of the hospital corridors.