"Kanra" a woman's voice called to him, "you're going to be late." He was standing in a room, one he had not seen for so long. It was simple, a bed, dresser, desk and other typical things well kept and taken care of. It was from that home, that place he had vowed never to go back to. The door opened, a beautiful woman stepped in. Hair similar to Kanra's, so pale it nearly looked white. Her soft eyes held kindness, but also tried to hide something darker within. Those eyes, he knew them all to well. Pain and sadness were hidden within them, Kanra knew it himself. She wiped her hands on a cloth, moving over to him.

"Are you alright?" she gently brushed a bit of hair from his face. He stood there, not moving for a moment. A man appeared within the door, his eyes colder and darker, his hair black like the night. He regarded Kanra with a frown, "get going...now." His voice demanding, cold in nature. It sent a slight chill through his body, that voice, he had not heard it in so long. The woman flinched lightly, but hid it with a smile to Kanra, "I'll see you out honey." She placed a hand on his shoulder, leading him out of the room. This place, these people....his parents. Led out of the home, he walked with her out to the front of the house. She paused near him, glancing back at the home, before looking at him.

This, he remembered, this was the morning....the morning of that day, the day when everything had turned for the worse. Her eyes on him, he could have told the words that were coming before they did. Those words inside of his mind, he had often replayed over and over within his mind. She was hugging him, shaking a bit, trying to keep the tears away. This day, was the day Kanra's life ended, and that hell began. Her features began to melt away, as did the world around him. Replaced by darkness, replaced by air so cold, Kanra could see his breath. An enclosed space he knew to well, his fingertips hitting the hard surface that made his panic rise. No, not here, not again. This place, the place that had been responsible for all of it, this place...because of him.

The lid was thrown open, the man from before standing there, with a bottle in his hand. Voices were heard from somewhere other than where they were. The dark old cellar where it had all happened. He was yelling, words that were also etched within his mind. He wanted to know where she was, where she had gone to. Reliving this, reliving key portions of what had happened that day, brought back all to familiar thoughts and feelings. His mother, his father, blood....a lot of blood. Looking into a mirror, the face that looked back at him was his own. Those eyes, cold and hardened then in the darkness, as the deed was carried out. He had felt nothing, nothing but anger and hatred in that moment.

In that moment, for that night, the full fledged Berserker had been born. Looking down at his feet, the face that looked back at him, damaged barley to recognition, would never hurt him again. Lights, many of them, a cold slab of a table under him. Men over him in white suits, those faces he knew as the doctors who had helped to evolve things within him. The ones who sought to use his pain, his suffering and the darkness within himself for their own gain. They had used him, trained him and forced him for their own gain, seeing it fit because of what he had done. They had only succeeded in helping to deepen the darkness within him. The feelings that continued to swirl around him and surface within him because of these flashes of memories gathered together.

The next scene was once more in darkness. Cold around him once more, his body pressed into a small place due to hard surfaces. His heart immediately skipped, panic rose inside of him. His body moved, and his muscles cried out in pain. Pain that was to real to be a dream. His mind raced, trying to gather its surroundings, where he was. The enclosed space, the memories and more were not helping him at all. Pain forming within his body, as his senses came back to him. The adrenaline beginning to circulate through him pushing him more. Kanra a voice within his head erupted, making him freeze. it was Berserker... now he remembered. They had been in the middle of a fight, the others in danger and pain, exhausted as they tried to follow the orders given to them.

He had shown up...that bastard, he had shown up to harm them all. Kanra had placed himself in danger, to protect and save Sycom. Why the hell did you do that? Berserker said. Kanra closed his eyes, I was not going to let someone die, I had to... Berserker did not seem happy at all, they were buried, buried alive. The others, Kanra did not know if they were alive or dead. If they were out there, with him, trapped and in danger. His hands moved, pressing against the solid rock keeping him within this hold. The air was thin, it would not be long till it ran out. It would not be long till he really was dead. His mother, his father, the others. He could not protect or save anyone. He clenched his hands against the surface, a slight sting coming to the side of his face.

He had been scratched, the wound coming into contact with...tears? Kanra realized he was crying. His heart racing, he could all but hear the sound within his ears. No, he couldn't give up, he couldn't stay here. He was not going to let it end this way. Like hell it will Berserker said within his head, we have not fought through hell to be taken out by a couple of rocks. Kanra pushed against the one above him, it wouldn't budge. He wasn't strong enough, not then, not now. His jaw clenched, so hard that he could taste blood within his mouth. His head pounding, his thoughts on one thing, the others. He was not strong enough, but someone else was. Someone had always been stronger than he, able to do what he could not. He closed his eyes tightly, please....help them.

Berserker fell silent a bit, but Kanra knew he could hear him all to well. He was pushed far to close to his limit, Berserker aware that pushing more could cause trouble. I don't care! Kanra's hands moved to his head, clenching within his hair. He would not let this happen, he would not let them end up like her. The stone on his ring began to glow, a familiar blood red color pooling out from the center, signalling the shift. I don't care....do whatever it takes....destroy it all if you have to! Protect them! The intensity of the red color brightened, until a large crack sounded. Kanra's eyes snapped open, glowing a pale yellow almost white in the darkness. The air around him began to heat up, energy building within his body.

His hands pressed against the rocks above him, "get the hell off of me!" a red flash of light formed from his hand, the energy errupting from him, travelling through the rocks above him. On the outside, the ground would have began shaking a bit. The pile of rubble would begin shifting, before cracking. Slight rays of the red energy would escape through cracks, before overcomming the rocks. A pilar of it shooting off into the sky above. From the shadow of the hole, as the red light began to fade, a shadow rose. Familiar icy pale yellow eyes falling upon the disasterous seen outside. The air around him seeming to warp a bit from the energy coming off from him. He neither moved nor spoke, eyes moving over to where Remy's body laid for the moment, then to the others, before falling upon Sycom.

The look within them of pure darkness, coldness that would send a chill through anyone. The look of a pure, untamed, and ruthless killer. For a moment, it looked as if he would tear something, or someone apart, but the energy quickly wore out. However strong, his body was running on fumes, pushing limits. Any more would destroy his physical being. His eyes fluttered, before closing. His body giving out, fell forward from the rocks. Okami who had been nearby, watching to make sure the others were able to get out without trouble, moved forward upon instinct. A fall like that would have damaged the boy more, and from the looks of it, Sycom had a soft spot for the boy.

He made it to the boy, catching him in time, dropping to a knee to absorb the impact of the weight due to the fall. The boy was still, his body limp. Using a hand, it was clear the boy was barley breathing, his heart beat low. He needed medical attention now, or he might not last much longer. That scene, the boy able to overcome that... Okami glanced up at the rocks for a moment, the other must have had one hell of a will and fight to survive within him.

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