'Sunday...' Bane called out. 'You are useless. A piece of nonentity. The whole world would have been better if you never lived.' The Wolf lashed out, the words flashing a memory before his eyes again
...
Cold ghostly air filled the about of Sunday, making it impossible to breath. He struggled forward, out of fear and amazement and tumbled down the ground.
Lying there, heavy and panting, Sunday tried to maintain a grasp on his sanity. In front of him was a 9ft Rare Type Beast staring at him with bored eyes.
"So, I'm going to be stuck with this bag of essence for all of time." It snorted rather proudly, waves of energy cascading down it's entire length.
At that, Sunday's body stiffened, his veins constricting as if about to implode.
'So Useless. I can't believe I am indebted to someone of such substance.'
Hearing that, Sunday jerked forward, a horrible expression on his face.
