Mangled hands curled tightly about the form that lay next to him currently.
Aaron hadn't thought much beyond this point. But perhaps it was best this way.
Simply to lay here. Their bodies close to one another-Her soul resting within his.
Admittedly, he did feel the slightest bit of guilt for the violent action he'd done. But it was simply for her own good. He'd keep every inch of her safe; her entire being would be safer to rest within him.
Of course, it was worth it to the former weapon. Leading to this moment, everything was. Even to take on the identity simply known as-
"Phantom."
A voice snapped him out of his thought process. He frowned, gripping tighter to the corpse next to him as his eyes turned to the new threat. Then narrowed at the dark haired girl standing there. Her brown eyes glaring daggers into him.
"Your soul is tainted. Give yourself up for redemption, and perhaps one day you'll find peace. If not, I don't care about doing things harder."
The Phantom growled as he reluctantly released his grip on Karen's limp form. Now straightening his heightened form over to the newcomer.
Just a girl.
The man's face had deformed to but a skull staring back at her. Or rather, that is what it gave the illusion to.
Victoria purposely took a closer step towards him. Allowing to change to come to her features-Despite how instinct would beg for them to contort in disgust.
The pre-kishin came closer towards her. Tight skin moving to form some kind of grin, as though to charm or mock. It was now impossible to tell.
She gripped her hands together, suddenly speaking, "Sou-"
He whipped his hand around, a rope of sorts swinging from it as it captures her throat.
"Shhh." he tried to silence the girl as he threw her into the next room, "We prefer our solace now."
With that, he flung her from the room.
Into the next.
Where the various show props were being kept.
Victoria grunted loudly as her back collided with something hard yet smooth. But she sensed that Aaron was making his way towards her fast.
So she'd need to be faster.
She gripped the side of the small tank and hoisted herself back up into a standing position-Glaring at the Phantom's direction when she did. If she could just-
Thump.
A small noise captured her attention-Inside of this tank was a man. His hand transformed into the head of a mace and desperately attempting to break through it at that moment.
She rose a brow at them as she slowly realized that...
"Ryan Chastain." she spoke his name aloud. He was alive...Though not for long if she couldn't get him out of there quickly. As it was filled with water.
Swiftly she turned back-No time to think as Phantom was directly behind her now.
"Little bug. You are durable." The Phantom said-His voice in a thoughtful hum as he soon whipped another blow to Victoria.
The girl dodged it this time-Allowing his momentum to smack into the tank.
A crack.
Yup. He was strong enough to break it.
She smirked as Ryan added his own blow to the crack in the glass-Effectively shattering it to pieces. Glass scattering across the floor.
Ryan gasped in a breath as he enjoyed the air flooding once again into his lungs.
Victoria knew better than to focus on him.
The Phantom was angered.
