Kitty narrowed his eyes as a jarring jolt traveled through his body. His artificial arm was tingling with an ominous jitter, and something felt inexplicably out of place.
"Fantastic," he rolled his eyes, chopping a massive block of wood in half and driving a razor-sharp knife into it with superfluous force. The hazardously precise tool sliced through the material like it was air-both for sharpness and the strength with which it was driven. In three impossibly concise slashes, the block was reduced to a familiar elliptical-sphere; a wooden doorknob. He inattentively tossed the knife away, where it danced through the air so swiftly you couldn't see it coming and where it promptly embedded itself in the center of an idle target-board hanging on the wall. He scowled moodily at the near-perfect doorknob and snorted. "Crude, but it will have to do."
In the corner of the room he kept an expensive, jewel encrusted mirror, given to him as a 14th birthday present from his mother. Its golden, diamond-studded frame boasted intricate patterns and elegant designs. The glossy silver surface was spotless and gleaming with majestic sheen. At the top of the frame there was depicted in royal shades of gold a strange, horned, spotted creature with sharp onyx claws and sapphire eyes. Kitty grunted, walking up to it and searching the beast's eerie, cerulean gaze quietly. The silence that ensued was almost tense.
Without another blink, he drove his wooden fist into the glass. It shattered into a billion shimmering fragments. He disdainfully plucked out a shard of glass that had decided to bury itself in his knuckles and let it drop to the floor like a stone. With the doorknob in his real hand, he smashed it into the mirror's bare frame, screwing it firmly in. Without hesitating, he turned the knob. There was no time to spare.
Indeed, time was the very thing at stake.