Tom stepped over the bodies, the coolness of the blood on the floor sending shivers down his spine, not from fear, but exhilaration. Each death resonated within him, fueling the dark energy that surged through his veins. He felt alive, a primal rush washing over him.
But it wasn't enough. The sound of approaching footsteps echoed through the halls, pulling him from his reverie. The knights had heard the commotion, and reinforcements were on the way. Tom's heart did not raced he thought as much, the thrill of battle igniting a fire within him. He needed to move quickly, but first, he had to take something from the chaos.
Turning toward the nearest knight, Tom knelt down, his fingers brushing against the fabric of the man's armor. As he closed his eyes, he tapped into his newfound powers, the overwhelming memories and sensations flooding into him. He could feel the knight's fear, his training, the weight of his duty.
Telepathy. It was a weapon, a tool use by the elder knight, and now it was his to control.
With a surge of energy, Tom pushed deeper into the knight's mind, searching for answers, for intel on the knights' plans, their weaknesses. He felt the knight's defenses crumble under his relentless assault.
Suddenly, a vision flashed before Tom-an image of a council chamber filled with the elite knights of the city, discussing strategies to eliminate the so-called dark force terrorizing their ranks. They were growing desperate. Desperation would lead to mistakes.
Tom withdrew, leaving the knight a trembling wreck, unable to comprehend what had just happened. He smiled, a twisted satisfaction coursing through him.
Although he was concerned about the knights next move, but he still has his own plans the moment he lost his humanity, a plan that flooded into his mind due to lack of sympathy.
Then he turned and dashed down the corridor, seeking the main hall. It was time to sow further chaos.
As he sprinted through the shadows, he could hear voices drawing closer. He reached the grand entrance of the knights' headquarters, a massive archway adorned with emblems of valor and honor. The knights were gathered in the hall, armed and ready, a wall of steel and resolve.
Tom took a deep breath, focusing his energy, feeling the pulse of the elder knight's power within him. This was the moment he had been waiting for.
He burst through the doors, the sound echoing like thunder. The knights turned, their expressions shifting from surprise to shock, and finally to a fierce determination. They moved to encircle him, their swords raised, ready to fight.
"Intruder!" one of them shouted. "You're outnumbered! Surrender now!"
This time Tom covered is face with one of the knights Helmet.
Tom laughed, a deep, throaty sound that resonated in the vast hall. "Outnumbered? I see nothing but obstacles."
With that, he unleashed his power. A wave of telekinetic force erupted from him, sweeping through the hall like a tsunami. Knights were thrown off their feet, crashing into each other and the walls, their shouts of surprise turning into cries of pain.
The chaos surged, and Tom stepped into the fray, his body moving with the grace of a dancer and the ferocity of a predator.
A knight lunged at him, sword slicing through the air, but Tom sidestepped, his body moving as if he were part of the shadows. He seized the knight's wrist, twisting it until the blade fell to the ground.
In one fluid motion, he lifted the man off the ground, slamming him into the floor with a crack that echoed through the hall. Tom's eyes glinted with sadistic joy as he prepared to finish the knight off.
But another knight came at him from the side, sword raised high. Tom ducked, grabbing the knight's leg and pulling him off balance. The knight fell, his momentum sending him sprawling into the floor.
Tom pressed the advantage, unleashing a flurry of kicks and punches that landed with brutal precision. He could feel the knight's strength slipping away, could hear the desperate gasps for breath.
He finished him off with a brutal strike, leaving the man incapacitated and bleeding on the ground.
Tom straightened, his eyes scanning the remaining knights. They were regrouping, but he could see the fear creeping into their expressions. If only They knew who was behind that helmet. They would have realized that he was no longer the pathetic loser they once dismissed. He was a monster, a force of nature.
He turned his gaze to the group of knights huddled together, their swords raised defensively. Their fear was palpable, and he relished it.
"Is this what your knights have become?" he taunted. "A band of cowards hiding behind their blades?"
With that, he lunged again, targeting the nearest knight with a burst of telekinesis. The man was lifted off his feet, suspended in the air as Tom moved closer.
"Tell me," he hissed, leaning in, "how does it feel to know you're nothing but a puppet? A pawn in a game you can't comprehend?"
The knight's eyes widened in horror as he struggled against the invisible force, but it was futile. Tom crushed his mind, sending waves of pain through him until he finally screamed, a sound of pure terror.
Tom relished it, drinking in the fear and despair. He dropped the knight to the ground, watching as he curled up in agony.
Then he turned his attention to the others, who were hesitating now, unsure of how to proceed. They were knights, trained to face any threat, but Tom had become a nightmare.
"Who's next?" Tom called, his voice echoing through the hall. "Who wants to join your friend?"
One knight stepped forward, his face pale but resolute. "We won't let you win, who ever you are. You may have powers that we ain't prepared for, but we have honor, and I promise you we would eventually find the means to destroy you."
Tom chuckled darkly, the sound reverberating around the hall. "Honor? What a quaint idea. Tell me, how much honor do you think will save you when you're six feet under?"
Without waiting for a response, he lunged forward, his speed blinding. The knight swung his sword, but Tom ducked under it, his mind reaching out.
He pressed his power against the knight's mind, pushing and pulling until he felt the man's will start to fracture. The knight faltered, his grip on the sword weakening.
In a swift motion, Tom grabbed the knight's face, and with a flick of his wrist, he made the man turn the sword against himself. The blade plunged into his own gut, a look of shock crossing his face as he realized what had just happened.
Tom stepped back, watching with a cruel satisfaction as the knight collapsed to the floor, blood pooling around him.
The remaining knights had lost their resolve. They hesitated, their fear palpable in the air. Tom advanced toward them, his body pulsing with power, ready to unleash more chaos.
"Run for your life," he hissed, his voice low and menacing. "Or face the same fate as your friends."
The knights exchanged fearful glances before one finally broke, turning to flee. The others followed suit, retreating from the dark force that had risen in their midst.
Tom stood alone in the hall, surrounded by the bodies of his enemies, his breath steady, heart racing with adrenaline. The chaos was intoxicating, and he reveled in the power that surged within him.
But deep down, a part of him understood that this was only the beginning. The knights would not rest until he was stopped, until they extinguished the darkness he had become.
And as he stepped over the bodies, he knew he would not hide in the shadows anymore. He would become the darkness that consumed this city, a villain that they would remember for generations.
* * *
After these fight here today, the entire knights association of the world, would eventually come together to stop this new villain.
Those who witness his power will talk about what they saw, those who research would go find events of ability similar to the one the witness saw, and those who have experienced lots of battle would try to strategies plans, on how to kill him.
The thing is that they don't even have a slight Idea of what they are dealing with, Tom is just at his lowest form, and he is making jokes out of them, when is powers becomes fully grown, there is no ordinary knight that can even hold a fight against him. The only person that is capable of stopping him is his destined rival.
* * *
Tom's expression didn't change. "Maybe. But I'm their monster. The monster that would hunt these generation of knights"
With a final surge of power, he released his hold, letting the knights who were fleeing crumble to the floor. He turned away, stepping over the bodies without a second glance, his footsteps echoing in the silence.
The fortress lay still, the only sounds the fading echoes of his steps as he disappeared into the darkness. He was no longer the man they had mocked, no longer the cleaner they had overlooked.
He was the shadow haunting their every step, the darkness that would consume them all.