067 NIGHTMARES AND BLOOD BONDS
Kurt scread as agony tore through him.
His flesh twisted, muscles swelling and reshaping as if unseen hands were sculpting him from within. Bones cracked, lengthened, and jutted out where they shouldn't. His veins burned like molten iron.
Then the real pain began — in his mind.
"What the hell is happening to ?" he roared. His voice broke into a guttural cry.
And then… silence.
His mind was yanked backward — to that afternoon with Irine, watching it on an imaginary screen.
"Irine," he had said, sitting beside her on the park bench, "tell
how you improved your ta score so quickly. There must be a secret thod. Everyone in school's doing it. You have to tell ."
"Erm… I'm not supposed to," Irine said, glancing around nervously. "They'd kill
if I did."
"Who would?" Kurt pressed. "Co on, it's . We're together — we're supposed to share everything. Don't be greedy now."
"It's not being greedy," she whispered. "It's because.. those people are vicious."
When she stood to leave, desperation overtook him. He dropped to his knees.
"Irine, please. If I don't graduate, my life's over. Do it for us."
Her eyes softened. "Alright," she said after a mont. "But this must stay between us. The teacher must never know."
"Of course not," Kurt said quickly.
Irine reached into her bag and pulled out a small, ornate ring — dark tal with a faint crimson gleam pulsing inside.
"A ring?" he asked. "That's your secret?"
"Channel your ta energy into it, like they taught us in class," she said. "Then… strike soone. The ring will do the rest."
"Strike soone?" Kurt frowned. "You an steal their power?"
She nodded. "You'll feel it when it happens. But be careful. If they resist, it might backfire."
Kurt's eyes glead. "I've got to try this."
"Who are you going to use it on?" she asked quietly.
"I don't know. Victor Moe, maybe. He's dumb enough not to notice."
"No." Her tone hardened. "Do it to Sazie. That bitch deserves it."
Kurt hesitated. "There's nothing between
and Sazie, I swear…"
"Do it to her," Irine cut him off, "or you don't get the ring."
He paused… then reached for the ring. "Alright."
The mory blurred.
Another screen appeared. Now he was in a motel corridor — the Blue Moon. Sazie followed close behind, blushing.
"Why are we here?" she asked shyly.
Kurt smiled faintly. "Irine's been making
choose between her and you. I've made my decision."
Her eyes widened. "You'll leave her… for ?"
"Yes," he said, his voice low. "If you'll do everything I say."
"Of course I would."
Sazie nodded and clung to his arm as they stepped into the room. And as the door closed, a faint red glow pulsed from Kurt's pocket.
The scene changed again.
Kurt's mind burned with unbearable pressure. His thoughts fractured — scenes of his life flickered before him like thousands of screens flashing at once.
From the day he was born, to his first day at school, to the mont he t Irine and Sazie — every joy, lie, and sin replayed before his eyes.
If this was the end, did he have any regret?
Did he regret using Sazie — then killing her in cold blood?
Did he regret murdering Irine, the only one who loved him, just to grow stronger?
No. Kurt was not born a killer.
He was simply greedy — greedy for power, greedy to rise above the rest, greedy to survive in a world that rewarded the ruthless.
But there is always a price to greed. And this ti, the price was his sanity.
His flesh twisted once more.
Claws erupted from his knuckles. Veins glowed beneath torn skin. Though his mind was awake, he could no longer command his body — only watch through the eyes of the monster he had beco.
He lunged at a jogger in the park. The blades struck deep, silencing the man instantly, his life essence was drained from him in an instance. Then another victim — a woman who barely had ti to scream.
"Hahaha…
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