Part Three
Cry…. A voice whispered, inside his head. Cry was already spinning out, so the voice was taking over his mind.
Cry….. Don't avoid me, you know I'm here… the voice becomes louder and louder, somehow making Cry grin.
"Leave me alone.." Cry hissed, in his pain, reaching over in a pile of blood to get his mask and covered his face with it again.
You know I will never leave you. You know I never can. Cry…. You need me right now. Mad spoke, clear and insane, but calm enough to take over.
I will kill Ken before you can find out what hit him, and you won't stop me from acting this time. Not this time. Mad hissed, away from the calm voice he had before.
Cry slowly felt separation in him, then all the voices in his head stopped. He couldn't feel the presence of Mad anymore, but then a voice whispered beside him.
"Hello Cry, I'm back."
Cry shook his head, pulling his hair. "This isn't happening again…" Cry whispered, trying to get back to his senses. "You are not coming back to my life.." Cry whispered, trying to get back to his feet, when Mad spoke again, this time in front of Cry.
"Time's up, I'm here and you are going to kill with me... Cry" Mad spoke, with a chilling breath during his words.
Cry shook his head, finally getting onto his feet.
"Mad, you're making me kill one of my best friends." Cry whispered, in anger and pain.
"Is he really your best friend? You know who you truly care for, Ryan. Ken was not your real friend. He was cursed, so that's why he killed, and you trusted him for what? His beard? The real Ken was gone long ago. Ugh. Stop messing for Ken and get your mind straight up." Mad spoke words Cry never expected to hear from him. Mad tosses Cry a knife, and just then Cry realizes Mad is just as injured as he is.
"Treat this as a game you know you will never regret playing." Mad whispered with an evil grin.
"A last game with Pewdiepie."
Ken came back a few moments later. He had driven to Marzia and he removed her from this world. He was going insane, and he didn't know it but so what Cryaotic.
"Cry… I wonder if you're still here." Ken muttered, as he walked slowly through the house. Just then, Cry came out with his hand over one side of his mask.
"I am" Cry lowered his hand, his mask covered in blood with an unsettling grin. His knife was in his other hand, and another one was in his pocket.
Ken was obviously stunned on how Cry could still stand, and even walk after all of that. Cry's head to toe was covered in blood. His green jacket was an ugly shade of purple-brown, and blood leaked from his mask.
"So is Mad"
Cry stood still, too still to let Ken take in what was going on.
"You son of a bitch." Kin laughed, with a nervous crack in it.
"You don't stand a chance against me" Ken laughed. No. Cry learned what happened to Ken, but he wasn't Cry anymore.
Cry rigged out a horrifying laugh, then started to walk towards Ken. Cry wasn't Cry anymore, and Ken hasn't been Ken for years.
No one will remember how it happened, but Cry and Mad took Ken's life in a couple minutes.
"Ken…?" Cry whispered after the battle. He stood and looked at a bloody body lying on the ground. Mad was gone, and so was the curse.
"Ken… you're free." Cry whispered, letting a tear fall from his face. Ken managed to lift up his head and smile.
"You set me free. Cry… before he dies, go to him…" Ken whispered
"Go to Pewdiepie."