But is humanity side stopped him, to avoid doing something he would regret. he dash out of the knights fortress, just to calm his self down.
In these times of confusion, the elder night effortlessly found a way to poison Tom mind. In doing so Tom totally lost his humanity side, the only part of him that still makes him feel like human and now there is nothing that can hold him back.
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The night was unnaturally quiet as Tom raced through the streets, his senses heightened. His newfound powers hummed under his skin, growing stronger with each passing moment. The elder knight's voice urged him forward, each word pushing him closer to the inevitable confrontation.
He reached the outskirts of the knights' headquarters, a dark outline against the moonlit sky. Tom could feel it-the energy, the shifting air that marked the beginning of Chris awakening. There was no more time. He as to him out.
Tom slipped through the back entrance, moving through the dark corridors with silent precision. His enhanced senses made every sound sharper, every detail clearer. He could hear the muffled voice of knights patrolling the building, unaware if the storm that was about to break.
As he neared the inner chambers, the air crackled with energy, a sign that Chris's transformation was happening. Tom's heart pounded. His heart didn't pound because he was afraid, it was because he felt the power coming, as a threat. He had to get to him, had to stop this before it was too late.
But just as he turned a corner, he was met with resistance.
A group of knights and Cedric, the knight he was planning to kill, they stood before him, blocking his path. Their faces were stern, eyes narrowed with suspicion. One of them stepped forward, his hand resting on the hilt of his sword. It was non other than Cedric, his main target.
"Crowley?" the knight said, his voice laced with confusion. "What are you doing here?"
Tom didn't answer. his mind was focused, his body thrumming with the power of the elder knight. He knew what he had to do.
The knight took another step forward, suspicion deepening. "Answer me. You shouldn't be here."
Tom's lips curled into a dark smile. "Neither should you, because you all are about to die for just seeing my face, and promise to make this quick."
Without warning, he lashed out, his telekinesis slamming into Cedric with the force of a sledgehammer. Cedric was thrown back, crashing into the wall with a sickening thud. Before the others could react, Tom moved with inhuman speed, his body a blur as he attacked.
The first knight drew his sword, but he was too slow. Tom's shot out, grabbing the man's wrist and twisting it with a sickening crack. The knight screamed, his sword clattering to the ground, but Tom didn't stop. His other hand came up, and with a single thought, the knight's head snapped back violently, blood pouring from his nose and mouth.
The others rushed him, their swords drawn, but it was futile. Tom was faster, stronger. His mind reached out, seizing control of their movements, twisting their bodies against their will. One of the knight tried to raise his sword, but his arm froze in mid air, his muscles locking up as Tom's telepathic power took hold. With a flick of his wrist, Tom sent the man crashing into the wall, his body crumpling like a rag doll.
Another knight managed to get close, his sword slashing towards Tom's side, but Tom already anticipated the move. He spun, his hand brushing against the Knight's armor. The moment their skin made contact, Tom's mimicry ability activated. He felt the knight's strength, his skills, his combat knowledge flooding into him. And in the blink of an eye, Tom used that knowledge against him.
With a brutal twist, Tom disarmed the knight and drove the man's own sword through his chest. The knight gasped, his eyes wide with shock and pain, before collapsing to the ground in a pool of blood.
The remaining two knights hesitated, fear flashing in their eyes. They had heard the rumors-the whispers of a dark force rising in the city, a killer who moved unseen, leaving a trail of bodies in his wake by just turning knights against each other. And now they realized that the man standing before them, the cleaner they had once ignored was that very monster
But they were knights. They had trained for years, hardened by battle. They would not back down.
The two knights moved in perfect agreement, their swords flashing in the dim light. Tom dodged the first strike, his body moving with supernatural agility. The second knight came at him from the side, his blade aiming for Tom's throat.
Tom saw it coming. In a split second, his mind surged forward, and the knight froze in place, his body held captive by Tom's telekinesis. The man's eyes widened in terror as he realized he couldn't move, couldn't defend himself.
With a casual flick of his fingers, Tom sent the knight flying across the room, his body slamming into the far wall with a bone-shattering force. The man crumpled to the ground, motionless.
The last knight stood his ground, his sword held high, but Tom could see the fear in his eyes. The man's grip tightened on his weapon, his knuckles white.
Tom smiled, a cruel, predatory grin. "You can still run," he said softly, his voice dripping with malice.
The knight's face hardened, his fear turning to resolve. "I won't run from a coward who hides in the shadows."
Tom's smile faded. "Then die with honor. Not like am going to let you escape."
The knight lunged, his sword aimed at Tom's heart. But Tom didn't move. He stood perfectly still, his eyes locked on the knight's, waiting until the last possible moment.
Then, with a thought, he reached into the knight's mind.
The man's body stiffened, his muscles locking in place as Tom's power overwhelmed his senses. The knight's sword froze mid-strike, mere inches from Tom's chest. The man's eyes went wide with terror as he realized what was happening.
And then, with a single, devastating mental command, Tom made the knight's head explode.
Blood and brain matter splattered across the room as the knight's lifeless body collapsed to the ground, his sword clattering to the floor beside him.
Tom stood in the center of the carnage, his breath steady, his heart calm. The power surged within him, stronger than ever. He had become something more than human, something the knights could never hope to stop.
But as he stood there, drenched in the blood of his enemies, Tom knew that this was only the beginning. The knights would come for him, and when they did, he would be ready.
He would tear their world apart, piece by piece, until there was nothing left.
He slowly walked to where Cedric was laying hopelessly with Brocken bone, he squatted in front of him.
"I know you are good compare to them, but I just couldn't let you slide with those suspicion you have on me. If only you mind your business."
Cedric began to force words out of his mouth until he eventually could, "I... Know all... this as to do... With your mom who was killed. Holding a vengeful grudge will destroy you, just like the elder knight. You can do better than these..."
His words hanging in the air, as Tom drove Cedric own sword into his heart. Now that his humanity is no longer in him, there is no telling what he would do, because now he just don't care about any body.
The citizens of the city will now witness the downfall of the knights.