Lucius lazily gazed at the weapons aimed at him. The hummed dangerously with the strange source of power of the marks. His face seemed to shift downwards and cast an unknown gaze at the man on the ground and took another step. Instantly, the weapons vanished, vaporized by the pressure the black-haired boy was exuding.
"No. No. I can't. The world hasn't paid for what it did to me. You are like the others. You are supposed to be like me. Why are you like the others!?" the man cried out. He curled into a fetal position, rocking back and forth, muttering intelligible words to himself.
From this distance, Rena was able to pick up on the man's cries, but whatever he was mumbling about was impossible to say. Jen rushed out of the building, so she followed by instinct. She knew what was going to happen next. Lucius was going to kill that man.
