Sumnor glared at the piece of paper, flashes of his parents enterring his head, thinking of what else was to come, before snarling slightly and scrunching the document up, shoving it into one of the inside pockets of his leather jacket, "I say we find these worthless scumbags and bring their world crashing down around their heads.... before burning them alive like they did to this world..."

Sumnor kicked heavily into the man's jaw, knocking him clean out, before rolling him onto his front and producing a length of rope from his pocket, tying his feet and hands together with only one knot, beginning to carry him in one hand. "Let's go to washinton... I can only think of there as a place the government would hold as their base, plus there's a friend of mine there, he should be able to help us plan."

Sumnor began to walk, beckoning for Katana to follow. His footsteps were taken heavily, his heart broken all over again with the news of his parents, from what his tattered memory could recall, they had sacrificed their own lives in order to protect him, "Katana... i never told you about my past.... my family."  Sumnor paused for thought, walking along, his pace slowing, "My parents were killed by the first few demons created, my parents gave me my powers, using lyrics from an old metal song along with a few herbs and what not... they could have saved themselves if they'd of just left me and run... but they didn't, they sacrificed themselves so I could live... and then I ripped every demon I could find to shreds with the powers which they had provided me, but it still isn't enough, I still need more revenge."

Katana followed, her heart sinking at Sumnor's story. "Sumnor..." was all that she could get out, not knowing how to put her sentence in a way that wouldn't tick him off. She let out a sigh and kept her gaze to the ground. "I probably don't know how you feel....but in a way I do. They took my brother's life and its my turn to take theirs." Not even that, the demons had also attacked at Luno, the city in which she used to live. To watch everyone and everything that she had loved be destroyed was heart-breaking and unbearable. It was as if her world slowly crumbled and she had to watch it all dissapear.

Katana looked up from the ground and stared straight ahead, this wasnt a time of mourning. It was a time of payback. Determination flashed in her eyes as she began to walk, more confidently now. The sound of her boots seemed to give her strength somehow. "Keep your head up, dont let them know your sorrow. Decieve" Those had been the words of her brother and she kept them in her heart. "Lets do this" was all she had said.

Sumnor turned at the final three words of his comrade, "You should mourn, keeping it held in is unhealthy... and I know my past is terrible, but sharing it helped, all I can say is that I know I am alone in a world that has gone to hell, but it's worth it to hunt for my revenge, I want it more than anything." Sumnor ragged the rope in order to wake the man up, laughing as he moaned, the pain in his jaw only just coming to the fore.

Sumnor continued to walk, tugging the ropes every time it looked like the man was p*censored*ing out, not wanting to give him a break from the pain, "You stay with us little man, you intefere, you share the death we will recieve."  Sumnor then continued to walk, slightly cheerier with being able to torture the prisoner, still down on thoughts of his parents and other that have been lost throughout the war.

Sumnor looked back at Katana as she spoke, taking her words into consideration, deliberating what the best choice would be, deciding to drop the ropes along with a small dagger, "Untie yourself and get to your feet, you're no good to us sprawling around in the dirt." Sumnor then walked over to a tree, jumping up a few times, his great height an advantage, giving him the ability to pick several pieces of fruit, holding them in something similar to a bowl made from telekentic energies, levitating it over to Katana, "Pearl before swine."

Sumnor grinned, it was an old phrase his mother used to use, basically ladies first, or beauty before deformity... he always looked at Katana as a sister, he liked her company though, so it was actually nothing like siblings.

Katana smiled as she watched Sumnor leave Nikoso on the ground. Nikoso didn't even need the dagger, for the rope, out of nowhere, split in two and he got up slowly. His face was an ex
pression of pain and he shook his head as if trying to shake off the pain. He looked at Katana and said, "Thanks." Katana just nodded to him as let out another smile as the fruits floated over to her. "Thank you, Sumnor" she replied gratefully before taking a few pieces of fruit from the bowl.

She didn't take much, it was easy to get her full. Devon used to fight with her because of her eating habits but she couldn't change. No matter how much she tried to eat, it was too much for her. Nodding towards Sumnor that she had gotten her fill, she sat down on a slanted rock near some shriveled up bushes. Traveling was always her favorite thing to do, being with company made it even better. "That was cool" she added to Sumnor rather quietly, something was wrong, and she could feel it.

Sumnor took three pieces of fruit, pocketting two before dropping the rest at the feet of Nikoso. Sumnor walked over and sat with Katana, before sinking his teeth into the fruit, "It's nothing, had them since I was a kid." He smiled at her before taking another bite, the use of his mind in such an extreme way leaving him extremely hungry.

Sumnor concentrated on a river not too far from their position, causing the water to rise, before using the fingers of his mind to form it into a perfct swan, levitating it over to Katana and turning it to stone, keeping it in the air, "Now that type of thing should impress you." Sumnor grinned maniacly, it had been a while since he had performed with his talents, the last time being when he lived on the streets through his teenage years.

Katana stared, her mouth wide open "That's amazing!" she gasped. She knew that such things were possible but it was still much better if you see it with your own eyes. Eating the last of her fruit she sighed and looked over at Nikoso who was frowning. She wanted to ask what was wrong but he looked up at her instantly and said "Nothing" before looking at the ground. Katana froze "Can you read my mind?" she thought to herself, wanting to test his ability.

It took a few moments for Nikoso to look up, "I sure can" he replied flatly before sitting on the ground. His ex
pression seemed troubled and she let out another sigh. "Well then cut it out" she told him. The feeling of someone reading her thoughts was very annoying, she didn't want to be aware all  the time. Nikoso's ex
pression suddenly turned to pain and as he looked up she could see fear in his eyes, that's when everything went black. She fell off of the rock, not feeling when she hit the ground. The faint calling of her name sounded far off and she tried to open her eyes but she couldn't "Remember who you are" said a voice before she awoke from the vision.

Polishing off the rest of his fruit, sumnor looked at Nikoso, "Lower level version of my mental powers, if I were your friend I could help you develop those powers.... but of course, I'm not your friend, so..." Sumnor let the sentence trail off, before gathering fire-wood with his mind, the vision of his parents and the revelations of the truth making him want to use the powers a lot more.

Sumnor placed the pilled of wood as neatly as possible, before rubbing his hands together, creating a spark, which he grew by merely blowing on it, before using the steady stream of flame to light the pile, "Night will come soon.... best we sleep now to get an early rise."

Nikoso looked at Sumnor and gave him a small nod. Katana got up and looked over at Nikoso, who, was laughing quietly to himself. Frustrated, she sat down on the cold stone and closed her eyes. She tried to go far into her memory but something seemed to block the memories of when she was smaller and she soon grew angry. "Do you know why I can't remember?" she thought, not wanting to bring this conversation out into the open. Nikoso just sighed and said "I wish I didn't"

"You know? Why didn't you tell me?" she asked, aloud now. Nikoso glared at her and turned his back on her, not wanting to talk anymore. Katana frowned and just sat there. "You're right Sumnor...g'night" she told them, feeling exhausted all of a sudden.

Sumnor lay in a large patch of gr*censored*, using a quick blast of mental energy to cause Nikoso extreme head pain for three seconds, before putting his head down and allowing his mind to drift off to thoguhts of his parents, missing them greatly, he wanted to see as much of them as he could, even if it was in his head.

"That's it! that's it! go on son! knock that scarecrow out!" a young Sumnor, probably at the age of seven or eight, was swinging fists at a well built scarecrow, each punch landed causing large amounts of straw to fly through the air. "You're doing well son! but perhaps the physical is not enough." Sumnor nodded at his father before concentrating on thescarecrow, causing the head of it to fly off."