Losing Control (Closed)

The ring was placed plainly on the table infront of him. Sam sat and stared at the accessory, waiting for something to happen or for someone to talk to him, but nothing ever came, the only person that he could talk to freely was gone, the woman he loved was gone and Sam didn't quite know what to do. He spent around 90% of his day with his fiancé, but now he had no one to spend his time with, he was alone because his fiancé was taken from him and the worst part is that he doesn't even know why.

Amber, Sam's cat, tugged at Sam's leg in a desperate attempt to snap him out of this trance he was in, even Darcy, Sam's dog, was barking like mad behind him, trying to get his attention from the ring, but to no avail. All of his memories and future dreams were slowly drained from him, the only thing he had to remember her by now was this stupid ring, this stupid ring that he spent his stupid money on. With the time he had spent in Thailand, he was taught all manner of techniques to keep himself calm, because if he was not calm in situations such as these, bad things would inevitably happen. Sam just wanted to leave this place and start fresh somewhere else, New York was pretty much rebuilt these days, perhaps that would be a good place to start anew, all the way across the country.

However, Sam didn't want to just simply forget his time here, because that would mean that eventually he would remember it all, instead Sam was keener on erasing it all. The ring on the table was still as Sam's emotionless face soon turned to one of anger and rage, the ring began to shake slightly, as if an earthquake was happening, but nothing else was shaking. The rumble became stronger and stronger until Sam flipped the table into the wall and split it into shards that spread across the room, at this point the dog and cat both fled the house for safety, smart. With darkness in his eyes, Sam walked towards the ring that now lay on the floor, he bent down and picked it up, staring straight through it. Sam's body began to change, black wings ejected from his back and horns grew from his head, his eyes turned black as he grasped the ring in his fist, squeezing tightly for a second or two before slowly releasing his hand to disperse dust around the room.

Objects of his household began flying against the walls, like the thoughts inside his brain, usually Sam did not have much control when he was in this form, but something inside of him had changed, he became this form to be destructive, so his body allowed him to become this form for that purpose. The house filled up with black smoke as if something was on fire, the smoke alarm began to ring annoyingly which made Sam even angrier. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath before pushing out with all of his energy, completely obliterating his home as well as everything in it, even some of his neighbors homes took some of the damage. Wood and glass scattered across the street as civilians on the sidewalk saw what was standing right infront of them, some stayed to get a better look, others turned and ran at the first opportunity.

A thick, dark fog began emanating from Sam and began to spread down the streets causing a severe lack of vision. Sam was going to leave this city eventually, but he was going to take a good chunk out of it first.

It was a bad day. People were running around the city and Coronel was in pain. For some odd reason his head had been hurting far worse than most pains he had felt. To some people walking around they would guess he had a headache by the way he rubbed the side of his temple, but It was actually the memory loss that was taking a deeper effect. The things about Shade were slowly dissapearing and he could not remember anyone from a few months ago. If this had kept up he would be a hollow shell with no soul to guide the body but only the destructiveness of his powers.

He pondered on the side walk when he was suddenly hit by a car and he baggan to partially fly when gravity kicked in and pulled him to the ground. He rolled a few feet and started coughing. As he looked around he actually was out in the middle of the street instead of the side walk like he remembered. It was progressing fast. People had seen his face and ran off screaming and calling for help. People pulled out their phones and dialed 911 and talked to the police about what was going on. He quickly stood up and walked off holding his head again wondering what was doing this.

Soon the pressence of smoke was immense and it hugged the ground and filled the street. He did not know if it was a joke, a trick by his mind, or another meta like him. He walked around using small waves of telekenisis to push away at the smoke. It was pointless their was only more people screaming and running around. Did they see him or was this because of someone else? He did not know but to keep on looking.

It was not long when he floated above the smoke using his ability to hold him in mid air. He could see the source of the smoke and it seemed like the demon looking guy was casting it. Of course it was him casting it he, besides Coronel, were the only two metas in the area. More than likely the guy seen him since he did come up from the smoke right infront of his view, but he was going to float just a little while until he knew what this guy was planning. He placed a small shield infront of him just incase he would attack without notice and with Coronel focused on the soon to become battle his pain went away without him realizing. He had both hand open in a ready position to take out his sword but before that he wanted to see what the guy would do. It did seem like he was strong so he had to be cautious do to some of his recent battles.

Sam's actually felt slightly better after demolishing his home in one flick of the wrist, it was like small memories inside his brain were being wisped away along with all of the material possessions. Sam's eyes glowed green as his vision pierced through the thick, black smog that he had created. Women running away with their children in hand, men diving for the nearest alleyway to escape the smoke and loud noises. Sam's expression stayed the same as he slowly waltzed down the now abandoned street; with the flick of a wrist, shop windows shattered and all sorts of products and electricals sparked wildly inside, just the sheer look at a vehicle would burst it into flames, Nether was a powerful thing and Sam was just having a little fun using it.

Sam noticed something, or someone, shoot up into the sky, right now they weren't being a nuisance to Sam, so he wasn't going to engage anything, his mind was set on one thing, destroying the important locations of his past, so he could move on better towards the future; his first location? His favourite gym.

As Coronel hovered in the distance he could hear sirens going off. Geez this has got to be a retarded town. People just running and screaming for nothing... Clearly the guy is letting off steam and it's only property damage. Lucky its not me. He was talking to himself as if there were a group of people around him. Maybe it was the brain thing he has been dealing with or probably after killing so many people you have to make a split of yourself from going completly insane. He floated over and dropped infront of the speeding cop cars that were so desperate to achive their goal.

He positioned his hand in the halting formation and they did just that; the stopped without him asking. He layed on his side watching the do gooder destroy building after building. It also seemed like the cops were watching too since they were unable to leave their cars. Not as if they would want to unless they have parachutes which probably didnt come authorized when they joined the force. Coronel floated about watching the destruction and it seemed to keep him from having a headache wich was a good thing other wise he would have to start something he would miss out on.

He gripped his hand and looked to a gas station... He quickly released his hand and all the gasoline came shooting out of the ground as if it was coming up for air. Shortly aftrer it was out Coronel levitated a metal rod and shot it at the concreet. In seconds the metal hit the concreet causing sparks to fly and in that instant the entire thing blew up leaving a tar black mushroom cloud. The shock wave was powerful enough to flip near by cars and break and semi destroy the walls of near by buildings. Today was great just a little destruction hear and their.

Sam continued to slowly walk down the street as the ringing sound of sirens filled his ears, he looked behind him to see a few police cars driving at him, but were suddenly stopped by something that was not him, he shrugged it off however and continued to walk towards his favorite gym... so he could destroy it.

The smell of Nether filled Sam's nostrils and he hated to admit that it did feel good, he was so used to taking it in after a death of a single person or on rare occasion, a group of people; but now there was destruction all around in and he could only assume there have been some casualties along the way, the volume of Nether had never been higher for Sam on the Earthly plane. Sam was not going to lose sight on what it was that he was trying to do, it may look like he was just mindlessly destroying the city, but he had an agenda; off of the top of his head, he could think of 3 different locations that he wanted to severely damage in order to help him move on with his life, but he wasn't going to go out of his way to destroy everything he came across just for fun, someone else though had other ideas.

Sam's ears began to ring and his back became suddenly warmer, not to mention the ground underneath him shook wildly, he turned to see that the closest gas station seemed to have exploded, he had not touched it however, it was someone else who was apparently trying to join in with his little escapade and destroy anything they wanted, which was not Sam's main intention.

Without wasting any of his time, he created a smokey clone of himself to retreat backwards and warn this stranger that they should stop getting in his way before he has to take matters into his own hands, the original Sam however started to draw near to his first target.

The clone approached the stranger who apparently was taking this opportunity to have a little fun of his own; with the clones only noticeable feature being it's beaming red eyes and a shimmering and chilling voice, it spoke "Cease this nonsense now strange one, or I will add you to the list of things I plan to destroy today."

As the fire burned and the light from it flickered in his eye something cought his attention. A man sort of hazy and had red eyes started to speak to him about some nonsense. Coronel did, but one thing and that was laugh, or piss him off; never the less he was insulting him because he knew he did not take orders who he seen as mere play parts. If Coronel could use his ability to make someone dance he would not take orders, but he did so kindly listen and give his own imput wether he would participate.

Unlike you I dont have no agenda. I ahve no morals. So put me on your list, but put down that I will be destroying you and thats not the other way around.

(((IN SLOW MOTION BEHIND HIM)))

Coronel gripped his hands into a fist and the police car were crushed. If you had a quick enough though process you could see the blood smear on the windshield and then the car blowing up sending chunk of people and car debris all over a few buildings, roads and alleys.

With the roads underneth him he picked up a partially damaged car and threw it at the smoke clone. Maybe if he hit it he would grab the main guys attention. And then fun for Coronel would reall begin to take off.

Sam had his sights set on the gym ahead of him, but his mind was on something else, he could hear the echos of his shadowy clone speaking to the seemingly powerful stranger as well as the strangers reply, it seemed like this man was more than happy to die today and Sam was sure that it would not take him very long to give this man his wish, so he didn't mind wasting a little bit of time in breaking this man, but he can wait for now.

Explosions continued to sound behind him, no doubt this stranger was trying to act tough by blowing up some cars in a bid to scare Sam, who was not very impressed. Sam's walk however was stopped by a tiny chill that ran down his back, the chill he gets when one of his clones evaporates into thin air, meaning that this gentleman probably through that car through his clone. Sam was going to take his time destroying this gym and then move onto somewhere else, but instead he tossed a car in there and blew it up, he had no idea if there was anyone in there and he didn't care either; as the gym exploded in a spray of glass and mirror, Sam turned back around and turn his attention to the man who didn't know what was good for him, rather than destroying his targets and then this man, he thought it would just be more efficient to do both at the same time.

With the black smoke still surrounding the street, keeping himself hidden from sight, he began to fast walk back to the demolished gas station, 4 clones appeared from nothing beside him and charged upwards, out of the smoke, towards this man in an attempt to mislead him and keep him occupied as Sam was flying at a high speed closely behind them.

The guy was after the gym the entire time and he did not care that he finished up a few things on his end, but it was now time. His headache completely disappeared and he was now in full combat mode ready for anything. He flew higher up well away from the smoke as he seen more clones coming from the haze. The flew with speed trying to take his guard away, but before they could get close he would unleash a massive wave to confront all of them and hopefully not miss.

With the wave set and prepared he threw both hands slanted down at an angle insinuating where the wave should travle; basically he pointed right at the group. With the thing in motion he smirked as it went from a dead stop to an extreme haste in seconds.

He was growing blank and his ability became sharper. Every now and then he would rub his head because it felt like he was not all there, but he would jump back to the fight to see what else he could do to aid his victory. With a flash he gripped his fist and used his ability to dart himself into a close combat fight. He had his swords place around his body so that he could imediatelly call on them if the guy got around him.

It would be frowned upon as a dirty trick, but when blood is the most beautiful color to you; you try to see it no matter what it takes. Let the fight begin!

As he closely followed his clones, he watched as they dissipated into smoke and swept past him, but regardless he continued on. The wave of energy stopped him for a second, but it wasn't strong enough to push him to the ground. With his bright green eyes, he pressed on, even after noticing that the stranger had swords flying around him, it wasn't going to stop. Sam's plan was t quickly deal with this man so he could move onto his next target, the bar where he and Zoe had spent some time together on the first night they had met, on that night they had bonded over a common problem, a very aggressive gang, but this time the bar was the problem, and Sam was going to eradicate it.

Without worrying about his own wellbeing, Sam pressed on to the swordsman at high speed. He threw several frustrating punches that continued to miss as his opponent was rather zippy, he began to get angry which only made him even stronger. Sam decided he was wasting precious time playing with this stranger who was clearly having too much fun, with a flick of the wrist he fired off a strong wave of energy that he assumed would knock back the swordsman quite far, after it hit, he teleported back down the smoggy street and continued his walk towards the bar, keeping eyes in the back of his head as he knew that this fighter would soon come back and attack him again, or as Sam liked to call it, poke the bear.

He quickly sent one of the swords towards the blast of energy to confront it. And as he did his quick thinking the sword had meet the blast using the field of telepathy around the blade to take the force. The blade was soon out of Coronel's control and was sent towards a buildng. It stabbed into the roof and as it had fully been lost it retracted. The part of the blade that was in the building did not retract, but the rest of it went back into the hilt.

His eyebrow twitched and he smirked. "Well now that was an asshole move. I liked that sword" he thought as he darted down to it. Come to find out the other guy did not follow, but he teleported right after he unleashed that attack. Seeing the guy had intrest in him even though it was his stupid clone that picked the fight he was not going to let the real one get away.

He reched both hands into the air and his other sword dropped to his feet and retracted back into its hilt. A small sphere was formed probably 60 - 70 feet above him. It was hazy, yet big and even the human eye could see it if they were to take notice of the things in the air. Parts of the things on rooftops and a couple tons of things on the street were attracted to it like a magnet. Things floated up into the air and went to the sphere. Once they were in range they went under deep pressure to somewhat glue the different items together.

Now it was taking shape, but slowly. 10, 20, 50 tons and growing. The more that was there the quicker other were placed in. soon 100, 150 tons of debris and even the very rooftops were being riped apart so Coroenl had something to feed the mega ball. Finally at 200 tons but he was not done. He was going for max! HIS MAX!

This stranger was beginning to feel like an annoying wasp buzzing around Sam's ear, he didn't need to look to be able to tell that this guy was building up some kind of ball of energy to toss at him, Sam felt like he had seen something like that in a tv show once, but he had no spirit to give to make the ball that little bit bigger.

Whilst this guy was taking his time to build up this ball of energy, which Sam had already thought of a way to beat it, he sauntered over to the bar that he and his deceased fiancé had spent some time in, he didn't really want to call it a date because they had met that same day and he was more forced there than agreed to it, however the "date" did take an interesting turn when a gang started a ruckus and Zoe and him were in the middle of it, leading to a fight that they inevitably won. Just down the street was where they hid from the cops when they came looking which led to them having their first kiss... a first kiss in a dark, damp, ugly alleyway; just the way that everyone dreams about.

Without a second thought, Sam lashed out an arm and all manner of items began tossing from wall to wall; neon signs, paintings, drinks, the tables were even lifted from the ground, everything began to smash, even the colourful windows shattered and sprayed glass all along the street outside. Slowly the mostly wooden bar began to be set ablaze, with Sam deeming his work here to be done and his memory of his first "date" gone, he had one place left on the list, his old apartment.

Many days were spent in that apartment, both alone and with Zoe. Blood was spilled, tears dropped and laughter was created, but all of that was in the past and it was time to move on, so it needed to go, there was a small matter of a giant death ball of destruction being concieved behind him though by the sword wielding maniac.

Sam hadn't thought this plan all the way through, it could completely backfire, but no doubt would this catch the stranger by surprise. The stranger was creating the ball to be thrown at Sam and away from him right? Sam teleported directly in front of the stranger who had both of his hands stretched out, trying to reach his maximum potential, Sam wasn't planning on hitting him though, if the stranger was to attack him he would have to use his hands, causing the giant ball to fall down on the both of them, surely he wouldn't be crazy enough to let that happen... right?

He had nearly reached the max of what he could hold with his powers and the guy was still destroying single places. It was like he was wiping a bad memory. Just then Coronel's head started to hurt, but he precisted to increase the mortality rate and destruction of one giant ball. He was close to set to throw it when the building was destroyed and what to be a dinner or cafe. Just some small resturant thing, but he also disappeared and reappeared infront of him.

He looked at Coronel as if he was stupid for making something that big and so uncontrollable. With second thoughts Coronel held his hands closer to him ready to drop it if the guy swung but he did nothing. But his head started to hurt again and his hands were in motion.

His own ability was aginst him since his arms flew directly down making the weight of the ball being focused on both of them. Being generous he gave no regard for himself. Since his ability would not let him die he raised his hands and sent a small wave at thre guy to hit him out of the way. If he did not pull the trigger he would not let it kill him.

The ball fell rapidly and do to the fact it had all the metal inside alot of it was broken up and pretty damn sharp. But he had a high tolerence and it left small cuts and scratches on his hands when he tried catching his stabability to get away from the damage that would occur if he could not free himself.

Beads of sweat appeared to fall down the strangers face, he seemed to be getting pretty nervous about the whole situation he was in, if he wanted to seriously hurt Sam, he would be putting his life in danger aswell and Sam thought he had trumped this guy with a stunt like this. The guy seemed to slowly flinch, as if he expected Sam to take a swipe at him, but when nothing happened, he decided to take some action. Sam thought this was the last thing that would happen, but the guy actually dropped the ball of death straight down on top of the two of them, Sam was prepared to move out of the way but he didn't need to, the guy moved him for him with a small burst of energy, enough to push him away from where the ball was headed, sharp pieces of metal cut the air swiftly as it dropped past Sam's face and towards the ground, the other guy seemed to escape the ball of death with only minor injuries aswell, which was a shame, this whole ordeal would be over a lot quicker if this guy would just die or give up, but it appears the sheer notion of a fight is what spurs him on to continue.

Sam needed to invest a little extra time onto this guy, at least until he tired himself out so Sam could move away again to take down his third and last location, his old (and now abandoned) apartment. He thought back to moments ago as the ball of death dissapeared into the line of black smoke that still filled the streets, a loud thud indicated the balls arrival to the concrete below. This guy had a cool trick of whisping swords around like nobodies business, swords can be dangerous to anyone, it doesn't matter what you're made of, Sam himself has dabbled in sword fighting too, unfortunately he blew his old sword up in his house earlier, but he could just make a makeshift one. He quickly teleported to the ground and beside the ball of various materials, sharp pieces of metal stuck out of the ground and with one strong tug that cut Sam's hands open slightly, he had two makeshift swords that were just really, really, sharp pieces of metal; after that task was completed he headed back up to find the other guy, this fight had now evolved from a street fight to a sword fight.

((Sorry this post took so long, I've moved recently so i've been moving a lot of stuff around ))

As the other guy was slung out of the way the mass of the ball increased to force him down even faster. He lifted one hand wich slightly applied pressure to the bottom of the ball alowing him to fall faster then the ball so he could use the second he had to get out of the way. He used his own ability to throw himself at a near by building.

With no success he threw himself right at the roof. He fell in a slight decent and hit the wall of concrete. It gave way allowing him to roll on the rocky cement that was on top of the building. He graspped his contiousness and looked at the guy who now and agian was no where to be found. He scanned the area until he seen him, which he seemed dormant as if he was pondering between two decissions. The ball had made it's impact destroying a few buildings and leaving a heap of metal scrap in the, what use to be a street. The person was on the ground level in no time messing with the metal.

Coronel questioned his actions even more wondering what the guy was doing. Did he crush something that was meaningful to him or... The guy held in his hands two long peices of metal. Coroenl stopped thinking at drew out both his black and white swords. Grasping them they sprung open to ful length piercing through the ceiling like wet paper.

He took a few feet back and turned then sighed. With his focus back he began running in the guys direction as he leaped off the roof. The trajection would lead him right over the guys head and using his psuedo flight would get himself their as fast as he can. If the guy could match Coronel's swing with alike power the next few seconds people would have to be dodging flying metal because Coronel was striking with heavy blows.

(No probs here bud)

Sam watched as a tiny little black spec in the distance became larger and larger until it resembled a man, the man that he has been fighting all of this time, and this time he was coming armed to the teeth with his swords whilst Sam was hovering with some weak, but sharp, pieces of metal in either hand. The stranger was flying towards him with some incredible speed, so he didn't have much time to think, actually he kinda just didn't. All Sam could think of doing was swinging wildly at him in an attempt to do some damage, however he didn't really take into account the speed that this man was flying at.

The stranger flew over Sam's head as Sam tried a double overhanded blow, he hit the guy cleanly but was unable to catch any flesh, instead the brunt of his force was parried backwards over his head, causing the weak metal to be bent and pushed into Sam's hand, causing them to dig deep into his skin and create some bleeding, Sam did not feel the pain that much though, that was one of the perks of being a Titan, high pain withstanding.

So the pieces of metal were lodged into Sam's hands and there was no time for him to take them out again, so he would have to continue the fight with his impediment, which actually could cause more damage, having his hands wrapped in sharp metal could be more harmful than having him just holding them, although with his hands losing blood quickly, he will need to end this fight quickly and get them fixed, they're certainly going to hurt when he goes back to his normal form.

Sam will need to rely on his elusiveness now, which is something he was quite good at actually, he wasn't called Smoke for nothing. Sam's offence wasn't coming to much, it looked like this guy was ready to end this charade now as well as Sam had to dodge heavy blow after blow and try to poke a punch in every now and then.

He needed some breathing room, he needed some time to think over his game plan, and he also wanted to leave this goddamn city as soon as possible, so why not hit two birds with one stone? He knew the direction to his apartment and if he could get this guy to fight him in there, he could bust the place up and finish this guy off at the same time, it was the best idea he could come up with right now.

The stranger took one last strong blow but only hit smoke as Sam had teleported away and into his apartment, blood dripped from his hands to the laminated wooden floor below as he looked around at his old, abandoned apartment. Grime covered the walls, cobwebs surrounded the corners of the room and there was a constant layer of dust, now all he needed to do was get the attention of the other guy, so he raised his hand towards his street-side windows and let out a powerful pulse that shattered them, as well as the walls, creating a whole new giant door, and he was taking in all visitors.