There was little to no effort needed in order for him to pursue the twisted compulsion that had consumed Akio Jin's very soul. The invigorating adrenaline that relentlessly flowed alone made him feel as though his very heart would burst within his chest, but also he felt that the blood would continue to pump even without a heart to sustain his body so he may once again be exposed to the very core of the hidden depths within.
Akio's well-being and centered thoughts were stemming far away from the modest and disciplined self he had typically been, as he focused more so on vigorously cutting down the opponents that took the form of mere machines so the master may come in afterwards, so he may give Minister Shido what had been coming to him for years.
More so, he was nothing more than a wild animal, craving the flesh and blood of his pray and goals as a bloodlust relentlessly persisted. Whatever Shido has sought to do to enhance him, make him succumb to the darkness, it was working well…too well…The machines that attacked him may was child's play even if he was not under the influence, but there had yet to be a true test for these powers.
The only thing that seemed to be well intact was his desire to bring him down, give him everything he deserves for ruining his life.
His family, his loved ones, and the many families out there and the many people he's fed off of and crushed under his own mighty rule and authority…all to seek out even more power…it was the very thing that enraged Akio further and kept him under the relenting march of rage he was ensuing. Even if he himself was being consumed by the very evil he sought to come to terms with, as it would never purely decimate, it would never fade.
The misbalance was the constant clash of light and dark, seeking control of the young boy that had a lot of potential for a fruitful future, one where he could follow his own dreams and goals without having the burden of the past nor the burden of trying to repair a fractured world weigh him down.
All of these goals and desires to set things right and end the conflict that would restore order to the world engulfed by shadow. Like the world however, those desires were so easily manipulative to the point where Akio's wish was mended into a thirst for vengeance and power rather than liberation and sustainability.
He may have been unique, surviving the experiments and finally beginning to wield its full potential, but at what cost? How much more can he really gain in this transformation before he would being to lose some things once again as the cycle in his history continued? What more could he come to soon regret as the result of his actions? Could he even have the ability to comprehend regret as his vision was further clouded by the dark side and sight of balance continued to slip away?
"AKIO!"
Such questions could soon come to pass and the answers…they were not so distant or far away from revealing itself as Akio was almost one step closer to fulfilling his recent call to action, but that functioning sentimental part of his mind forced him to stop and perhaps take encouraged him to take a few moments to realise what he was doing while being held by the flaming torch of guidance, or to ignore the fire and snuff it out for good.
"Do not go in there!"
"…Mother…" Akio spoke in a monstrous growl, recognizing her voice. "Where were you…?"
"I am right here son! Listen to your mother! You do NOT want to enter that room! You do NOT want to take what's been kept in there!"
Even if she was meant to be the authoritative voice of reason, the voice of compulsion, the voice of manipulation, that strong will was soon challenged as Kurumu saw her son rigidly turn her head to the point where he could only see half of his face and one of his eyes, illuminating bright red.
"My Mother died many years ago from the wrath of the Sith's greed…" Akio snarled, ignoring her every word as he shifted his body to face her. "That greed has now infected my Mother's body and mind for so many years…and my Mother is foolish to believe that she is can persuade her own son long after his dependence for her has long passed."
"You're such a smart boy Akio…" Kurumu commented. "I want you to be powerful, I want you to be-"
"This artifact…this dark matter, it is going to be mine. Once I am through killing you, I will gain what rightfully belongs to me! Shido will pay for his crimes and I will rule as the new future! IT WILL ALL BE MINE!"
"This is my child…"
"MINE! MINE! MINE!" He continuously roared repeatedly.
"This is who he was meant to become…?"
"MINE! MINE! MINE!"
"Shido what have you done?"
"He made a weapon…a weapon that he sought to control but…HE WAS WRONG!"
One lash out at his foe, and in a few seconds there was the illuminating collision of red and blue clashing together as Mother and Son were met face to face. It was heart aching that they had to clash as adversaries to try and subdue or kill one another rather than to test each other's skill with a lightsaber in a friendly spar as family…and it was all for something so scarce, so fragile, so destructive…
"YOU CAN'T HAVE IT!"
For a rather condensed hallway, both would still be able to proficiently fight to adapt to their close quarter encounter. Akio, with the embers of his anger and his fury burning ablaze, oversaw and influenced the progress of the duel.
As infused and consumed by darkness as she was, the eyes of her son, glowing bright red with the enraging energy still burning, seemed to poke through that thick hide of a corruption that had been forged and implanted even if that corruption still implanted in her began to shake its faith and its control over the host.
"I WILL NO LONGER BE RESTRAINED. I WILL NO LONGER BE SILENCED!"
She was not able to react swiftly enough and found herself in an undesirable situation and folly position. After a few more minutes of struggling to fend for herself from Akio's unparalleled attempts to knock her off balance, it only took one more vertical slash to for her balance to be challenged as the lightsabers collided. Akio took his weapon again, and aimed for the lightsaber once more, this time, swinging it vertically to the left, causing Kurumu to lose her grip on her weapon. With both arms, her right hand grasping onto her lightsaber, pushed back over to her side, Akio took this open opportunity to sustain damage.
She could sense that this battle was over and she was met with defeat. She gasped and winced, anticipating and bracing herself for the pain to flood her body. First he created a burn wound across her torso, and then he jammed the blade through her stomach, impaling her, whilst feeling little to no regret as it felt blissful for his victory.
To celebrate or to congratulate himself was in order. He could not afford to waste any more time than he had already. It was time to retrieve the knowledge he sook to gain, the power and forces he would soon be met with, it was beyond that door.
When he proceeded to breach through and enter using his lightsaber, something began to dawn on him. The power that had already been awakened and was currently coursing through his body could be the key instead of using a tool to force his way in. Instead, he decided that he would give his new found strength another application and test.
Akio began to grip the edges of the door's sides and readied himself as he planted his feet on the ground tightly and pulled. With the amount of external force he was applying to this door, metal began to creek and rub against the steel as the door slowly began to rip out of where it had been drilled in. Nearly inside, he soon felt alert to a rush of pain, as he looked down to see the red blade of a lightsaber puncture through his stomach.
Barely howling in pain, and strangely, barely able to feel the burning sensation in his gut, he swiftly acted and attacked his foe. With the Force surging through his body, he gathered and summoned the energy to create a pulse of telekinetic energy to send his opponent flying the opposite direction, with the lightsaber deactivating on the floor behind him.
Clutching his teeth and exerting painful grunts, he looked down to see that his mother had once again, tried to achieve victory for Minister Shido, but had miserably failed. Slowly, whilst putting pressure on the big gap that had opened on his stomach, he reached down to retrieve the lightsaber that was used to wound him.
The sensation of nausea began to flood and taint his senses. He could feel that same invigorating rush he had felt since he had burst out of that pod in the Duplication Room with mere strength from the Force alone. But now as that same rush prolonged, mixed in with the damage he had just sustained and the willpower to keep himself on his feet.
When the ill-bearing sickness began to settle in, Akio's hearing began to degrade and he could hear nothing but the up roaring sounds of haziness and the un-clear sounds of his mother's voice and the up-roaring alert system. Not only was his hearing beginning to tear away, but his ability to even use his eyes and see anything was following suit.
Before he had to retrieve what he had come for there was one last act that needed to be carried out. With quick haste, he pushed out his right foot out to his front and balanced himself out using his left, so he may drag himself forward to finish off his foe. The lightsaber he picked up was then activated. Just looking at that red blade was enough to make him itch all over and almost in a way persuade and pressure him into giving into the pain but regardless, he persisted and quickly did what had to be done.
When the blade delivered the death blow to Kurumu Jin, the ringing in his ears perpetuated and he dropped to the floor, next to his mother's body, stopping himself from giving out using his palms and knees.
The pain was just so irritating and disgusting.
His eyes were filled to the brink with tears, his body had been drenched in sweat, and his inners urged for him to gag. He could feel the chunks of what he had coarsely spat out and he could feel it on his palm…the blood…his blood…he was losing his energy. He still wanted what was on the other side of that door.
With whatever strength he had left, with fierce determination, he clawed and crawled forward on his stomach, stride by stride, feeling the cold friction on his flesh as his uniform seemed to tear with each passing crawl. Every time he felt as though he was getting closer, he could feel as though the arms he was trying to drag himself with were peeling and melting away, unable to compensate for the commands of the conscience to control the body.
"…Is…Is the end…Is this the end of my journey…? Mi-…Mi-…Mizuki…Mom…Dad…I…I…No…I can't…I cannot die now…My friends…No…No…No…Saeko…"
And then...the cold and upbringing sensation of the taunting from the man who had taught him to churn and use the Dark Side of the Force came slowly. He just...he just needed to gain that satisfaction of slaying his enemy so that he may die in the slithery embrace of vengeance and liberation...but that satisfaction would be one of heartache, would be one...unobtainable.
"There. There. Don't be so upset my apprentice...everything is going to be okay. I will dispose of your mother's body properly. I cannot and will not promise and assure things would go your way but this is mine. Do you see this in my hand boy...? You want to grab it, you want to take all of this power for yourself but I cannot allow it. This facility is mine. This world is mine. I am...truly sorry for how things may have turned out, but I will make things right...I WILL make things right. You and your friends will see soon enough, but we just need to wait for their arrival. "
