Ha! Two updates in two days? I'm on a ROLL! Though this chapter may seem a little rushed, I was on such a roll I wrote this in three hours. I'm sorry it's a little short, but really this is what I planned for the chapter. This chapter is perfect the way it is, and I can't imagine how to make it any longer.

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-No One Understands-

He just doesn't understand...

No one did. Renji had done a good thing by killing those thugs, because now they couldn't terrorize anyone anymore. Especially not him.

Renji's powers were growing steadily stronger. He could feel it with every passing second. It was like a rising tide within his very soul, like a cup of water being slowly filled to the brim. But there was still so much room left in Renji for more power, and the more he used his abilities the more it grew within him.

He had nearly completely obliterated the whole apartment. It seemed rather useless anyway, considering barely anyone stayed here for longer than two nights. And only the nights. Renji has spent nearly everyday since pre-school either in class or out with Ichigo and Rukia.

Rukia...

He loved her, so much. But she shunned him. She may not have done it to his face, but the moment she decided to be with Ichigo she dismissed him as if he were nothing than a fleck on her radar. He could see it, see the lack of real care in her eyes. If only he had seen it earlier, then he wouldn't have wasted his time hoping for her to solve his problems when he could have been using the time to solve them himself.

She was useless now, as was Ichigo. They were traitors. They hurt him deeply, and he planned to get them back. How? They were useless, just like this apartment. And what did he do to this apartment?

He destroyed it.

They must be destroyed.

They were only in his way. They didn't understand his purpose like he did. He was like an Avenger, setting out to clean the streets with his gifts. So what if the methods were a little dark? The cause is the same, is it not? The same resolution is reached, just this way they couldn't relapse and start up their old ways again. He was a permanent solution to the shit, and piss, and vomit that walked these streets.

"It's a filthy world," Renji whispered, his brown eyes spotting a weathered tennis ball in the corner of the room. The ball twitched, and then slowly lifted off the ground and levitated towards him, just as he commanded. It took just a simple thought to have his will be done now. An example of just how strong he had become.

The ball rolled in mid-air, moving to the front of his face so he could stare at it from where he stood in the living room, having barely moved after Ichigo left only moments before. He lifted his hand, extending his index finger so the ball could land gracefully atop it. It continued to spin, the tip of his finger burning slightly from the friction. He stared at the rotating ball, picturing in his mind the planet. He pictured brown blotches on the once beautiful blue and green Earth. Those brown stains were the corrupt in this world; the drunks, the rapists, the thieves, the liars. They all deserved to die.

"It's a filthy goddamn world out there," He whispered again, this time more roughly. "And I'm only do a service by cleaning it up."

The ball stopped spinning, the gray lines that had once been white staring at Renji as he looked down at the ball. He lifted the ball into the air, watching as it steadily rose to the ceiling and then stopped inches from touching the moldy plaster.

"I'm not weak..." Renji said, narrowing his eyes. "I am not weak!"

The ball began to sink into itself, the rubber slicing down the middle as it was crushed by the invisible force of Renji's mind. He listened to the sounds it made as it sank into pieces, remembering the sounds of those thugs made when he crushed them in a similar fashion. The sound of their bones breaking, their wails of terror, the fear in their eyes as Renji stood from the ground and willed them to die. It all came back to his mind, and it fueled his resolve as he dropped the crushed ball to the ground and walked to his door.

I have a mission.

Renji opened the door, slamming it shut behind him as he looked down at the police officers that were inspecting the aftermath of Renji's outburst the night before. He didn't care that should they look over they'd see he had blood on his shirt, because even if they did they'd never be able to catch him. He watched as the ambulances began to pull away, their sirens ringing as they made their way to the street. He didn't like the sound of those sirens, they grated against his ears and made his skull vibrate.

Renji lifted his hand, splaying his fingers as his palm faced the two ambulance trucks. They both suddenly stopped, the driver's frowning in shock and confusion as they stomped down on their pedals to try and make their vehicles move. It was all in vain though, because now Renji had control.

The red and blue sirens were still ringing, and Renji was growing more frustrated with them. He twitched a finger, and the glass of the sirens atop the trucks shattered into millions of pieces. The police officers all turned and gasped at the sudden explosion of the sirens, running to the aid of the now freaking out drivers.

Renji smirked. He didn't want them to escape.

The police officers all suddenly were knocked back off their feet by an invisible barrier. They flew through the air, screaming as they rolled along the ground and stumbled about in confusion. Renji chuckled darkly, watching as the drivers of the two ambulances tried to get out, the paramedics in the back that had been examining the bodies of the thugs trying to break free through the back doors, but Renji condensed a layer of telekinetic energy around the trucks so the doors wouldn't open, no matter what.

Renji began to slowly close his hand, curling his fingers painfully slow. He pictured the tennis ball, how he had made it sink into itself until it was nothing more than a crumpled mess, and switched the tennis ball with the two trucks below.

The sound of crunching metal echoed through the air as the two trucks began to sink into themselves. The men inside began to scream in terror, not knowing what was happening. Renji relished in their screaming, because they were all corrupt. Everyone was corrupt. No one deserved his mercy. Why should he give mercy if no one ever gave it to him?

His hand was now almost a full fist, and the trucks were smoothing out into perfect little balls of crushed metal, the men inside began broken by the metal, their bodies being crushed and their blood splattering all over the insides of the trucks. The screams soon stopped, and Renji clamped his hand into a tight fist, watching as the trucks were no nothing but balls of jagged metal. When he released them, they rolled slightly, large and cracking as their new shape adjusted.

The police officers all gaped at the unbelievable scene, all too horrified to move or speak. One of them vomited, and Renji knew this was his cue to leave.

He stepped over the ledge of the balcony and rocketed off into the sky, knowing exactly where he wanted to go.

[–]

Ichigo flew so fast back to school he was afraid the tips of his hair was covered in ice. He nearly over shot it, but quickly caught himself and landed on the school roof where Rukia was patiently waiting for him.

"What took you?" Rukia asked once Ichigo landed. She frowned, looking around at the sky. "Where's Renji?"

"Rukia," Ichigo said, walking up to her with wide eyes and urgency in his voice. "We need to do something about Renji."

Her brows furrowed in confusion. "Why? What's wrong?" She asked with concern.

"He's gone insane!" He exclaimed. "He...he killed those thugs that we fought with last week!"

Rukia's eyes widened in shock. "H-He what?" She balked.

"He killed them," He said again. "There were police there, all over the place. And Renji had blood on his shirt and when I accused him he said they deserved it!"

"Jesus!" She said, her eyes wide with shock and horror. "What's going on in his head?"

"I don't know," Ichigo shook his head. "But we need to do something quickly. Who knows what else he could do?"

"What do we do?" She asked.

"I'm not sure," He said. "But we need to stop him."

Rukia nodded as they both turned and jumped from the roof, shooting off into the sky as the idea of going back to class faded from their minds.

[–]

Renji knew where to look. It was obvious where what he was looking for would be.

The bar was a run down little place a few blocks away from his apartment. It was rather convenient, really, for the kind of person who may have to stumble home after a near full day of drinking. The perfect place for what Renji was looking for.

When Renji landed in front of the doors and pushed his way inside, all heads turned towards him. He stepped inside, the door closing behind him as he scanned the crowd. Everyone was eying him oddly, looking at his bloody school uniform. He ignored their stares, searching for the one person he oh-so desired to find.

"Hey, kid," The bartender called. "Aren't you a little young to be in here?"

Renji ignored the man, still scanning the crowd.

"Hey, punk!" One of men from the bar yelled. "The man asked you a question! Answer him!"

Renji sneered at the man who was yelling at him. All of these men were corrupt; drunks just like him. None of them deserved to be here on this supposed-to-be-pure plain. He turned to the door, seeing how it was closed. His eyes fell to the keyhole, his influence spreading inside of it to work the mechanism to lock the door. The only way out now was to have the key, and there was only one man who had the key.

"You deaf or something?" The bartender asked, raising a brow.

Renji turned to look at the man, and suddenly his brown eyes darted to the right. At that moment the bartender's body jerked and he gave a yelp of surprise as he was slammed into the mirror behind him, the glass shattering into little bits and falling on top of the now unconscious man as he fell to the floor behind the bar.

The whole bar fell into a hush, the drunks who were sober enough to realize what had just happened sobering up instantly as they all gaped at the red haired teenager. Renji glared at them all, taking a few steps forward as he continued to scan the crowd. He looked along the stools of the bar, spotting a mane of russet colored hair laying half asleep on the bar counter.

"There you are..." Renji said under his breath as he made his way towards the mop of crimson hair. The man was too drunk to know what just happened, and Renji preferred it this way as he reached out and tapped the man on the shoulder. He stirred, groaning as he lifted his head to glare drunkenly at the one who disturbed his sleep.

"Who..." Zabimaru's glazed over eyes narrowed as he looked around and then spotted Renji staring at him. He turned slightly, pushing off from the bar to glare at his son. "Boy...what are you doing here?" He slurred.

"You make a big fuss about working so hard," Renji said, glaring at his father, the whole room listening. "but really all you do is drink with what little money you actually do make. The only reason we've been able to stay afloat at all is because of the checks from the state we get because mom died."

Zabimaru's eyes narrowed even more, if possible, as he stood from his stool to stand barely an inch taller than Renji. "What did you say...to me boy?" He coughed, his breath stinking of alcohol. It burned Renji's eyes slightly.

"You are a waste of space, Dad." Renji snarled. "And no one will miss you."

Zabimaru was about to retort, but before he could Renji clamped a ring of his influence around the man's neck, tightening it so that it cut off his air intake. Zabimaru's eyes bulged in shock, his fingers clawing at his throat as he tried to breathe. Renji just watched as his father fell to his knees, his face turning purple as he sobered up. He wheezed, holding his slowly crushing throat in a vain attempt to rid it of whatever was holding it. Renji tightened the force, finding a sick joy in tormenting his tormentor.

"You're killing him!" Someone yelled from behind Renji.

"I know,"

Renji watched as Zabimaru's eyes lifted to his son, pleading silently for a second chance. But Renji was not merciful. Not today. Not anymore.

With a single, insignificant notion, Zabimaru's head twisted and his neck snapped. Renji released the man from his hold, watching as he fell to the floor, limp. A heavy silence fell over the bar as everyone stared on at the now dead body on the floor by the teenager's feet.

"Now..." Renji slowly turned, his eyes now dark. "Who's next?"

[–]

"Oh my God..."

Ichigo and Rukia stared on in horror at the scene before them. There were hundreds of police officers running around yelling orders at one another, forensics lining the balcony as they searched for something they will never find. There was a long line of yellow tape around the building, a crowd forming behind it as everyone gawked at the two balls of condensed metal that had once been ambulances.

"Did...Renji..." Rukia was too shocked to coherently speak.

"Who else?" Ichigo clenched his hands into fists and gritted his teeth. "He's out of control. This is more serious than I thought."

"He needs to be stopped." She said sternly. "We can't let him keep doing this."

Ichigo nodded. "But where is he? He could be anywhere now."

Rukia shook her head. "I don't know...but we need to hurry and find him before does anything like this again."

Ichigo frowned, looking on at the two balls of metal as the officers scanned it for any evidence of what could have caused this. They won't find anything, because the thing that caused it was his best friend.

How could you do this Renji? He thought, his hands shaking from how hard he clenched them.

Are you really this mad that I got with Rukia?

No, that isn't all. It was this power...it was getting to Renji's head. It was messing him up. Ichigo should have seen it coming, he should have known when they fought those thugs that Renji was slipping away. He should have done something then, should have said something. He let Renji with just a slap to the wrist, when he should have really hammered down. Renji was not right in the head right now, and Ichigo couldn't help but feel responsible.

"How many people were in those ambulances...?" Rukia whispered to him, clinging to his arm as she stared on. "How many has he killed...?"

Ichigo shook his head. From what he remembered there were a few paramedics around. His father was a doctor, and Ichigo had frequently seen ambulances come around his home to bring people into the clinic. There were usually two to three for every truck, and with those two trucks...and there's no telling if any of the officers jumped into a truck as well to catch a ride. The number of people Renji has killed I staggering...

"It doesn't matter," Ichigo said. "We need to go, before he does it again."

Rukia nodded, the two of them turning and making their way to a secluded area before flying into the sky in search of their friend.

[–]

When Renji stepped out of the bar, it was with a slight stumble. He hiccuped, running a hand over his flushed face as the cool air hit him square in the eyes. He looked around blearily at the deserted street, snorting for no real reason other than to snort. He began to walk away from the now quiet bar, smirking at the carnage he had left behind.

Once he was done disposing of the men inside he decided to partake from the liquor that was now perfectly free. He drank his fill, drank until he was just as drunk from the alcohol as he was on the power, drank until his fire to complete his next mission became a roaring flame inside of him.

One tormentor was now gone. There were two left to deal with...

"I'm coming for you," He said lowly as he walked down the street, slowly rising into the air. Even with his inhibitions lowered he was still so strong. It took barely a thought to begin to rise into the air and fly away from the bar. "Ichigo...Rukia. You're both next."

A drunk Renji is on his way! Ichigo and Rukia better be ready, because he's juiced up!

Renji has killed his father. Pretty messed up, yes, but it was necessary. If you were in his position, wouldn't you do the same thing? I could think of a few ways I'd like to get back at MY father as well...

And, if you've seen the movie- WHICH IS COMING OUT ON DVD THE FIFTEENTH OF THIS MONTH! WOOOOO!- you'll see just how different I've taken this Fic. I don't want to spoil anything of the movie for those of you who haven't seen it, but let me just say this...Matt should have let him fall.

You'll get it when you see the movie.

I'm gonna work on a new one-shot now...because I still have three and a half hours before I have to leave the library and I'm doing a little project with a friend of mine- DeathsLittleBirdie- that I need to get to work on! I planned on spending this library visit working on that one-shot, but before I came I thought of the shirt few paragraphs for this chapter and couldn't help myself!

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