"I am thou, thou art I."
A young man heard a voice calling out to him. However, what came with the voice was an indescribable amount of pain. His head began to ache and feel as though someone was trying to push out of his head. He began to lift both his hands towards his head, grabbing it, hoping to relieve himself of the pain. The pain drags him to the floor.
"Thou, who art betrayed by those you loved. Thou, who art lies betrayed by the world. Thou who stands at the pinnacle of pain."
Heat began to rise in his chest as he grasped his chest with his left hand, his right hand pounding the floor. He then felt bile in his throat but it tasted metallic. He began to puke it out, but what came out was his own blood.
"Thou, who has lost everything you held dear, who has had society turn against you!"
Then it stopped. The pain faded away. However, from the pain something was born. There now was a mask on his face. It was a black and white mask that covered half his face and left one eye out open. It was rather sleek and sharp. It would remind you of one of the masks you would see in Phantom of the Opera.
"Thou shall bear my name and become vengeance itself!"
Suddenly laughter erupted. The boy was laughing as though he heard the funniest joke in the world and nobody else heard it. It was as if he became a true madman. He placed his hands on the mask ready to tear it out, yet it was stuck there as if someone glued it on him.
But it wouldn't stop him.
"Come, █████!"
With those words spoken, he peeled of the mask along with the skin attached to it.
A blue and black flame. It's rather odd and out of the ordinary. This flame was so hot that if you placed your arm over this flame, your body would be set ablaze. Its flicker would attract your eyes towards it. You wouldn't see this type of flame by any natural means and yet it was surrounding this boy's body. Burning him alive as though he were a witch at the stake.
The boy looked more fearsome than the devil himself at this moment. Blood pouring down from his face and eyes glowing yellow. The agony and pain he's in are indescribable. Yet amidst it all, he was smiling. He found comfort in this pain.
In this chaos stands two slack jawed teens and a strange cat whose eyes were open wide. It seems that there was someone new who could very well fit in with them.
After all,
Birds of the same feather flock together.
Soon enough the flame engulfed him leaving someone behind and someone new from the flame.
The young man came out in a dark grey suit with a red tie that seemed to flow like a scarf. His hands were now claws that were made from the remains of the blue flame. Each finger seemed to be as sharp as a dagger and burning. In his pocket, you could see two different pistols.
"Wha- what the hell's going on?" Someone asked, quivering in fear.
The boy began to cover his face with his hand and laughed. One that was filled with a vile form of joy and insanity.
"I'll kill you. Slowly. Make sure you enjoy it, KAMOSHIDA!"
The vengeful spirit roars in rage.