Organization IV

Angry. Yes, that's how I believe I feel. Angry.

Giving in to the Darkness had its benefits. I was more powerful now. MUCH more powerful.
Did I show it? No, of course not!
I had gained the ability to see what I wanted. More specifically, where I wanted. And the first thing I wanted to see was Braxyd, if he was dead or not.
To my slightest surprise, he wasn't dead. And the reason for this feeling of anger? He was being torchured.
My first reaction? To save him, of course. But foolish nobility is a short-lived feeling, and I was soon laughing at my stupidity.
My second reaction: hate.
This was a feeling I was becoming increasingly used to. It filled me, and yet I was not affected by it. It was simply there, and I chose to use it at times. This was one of those times.
I flexed my figures experimentally, feeling the Darkness concentrate its force in them. I closed my eyes and bowed my head slightly.
Go to Braxyd, I instructed, and snapped my fingers.

I looked around with utter distaste at Braxyd's cell. Small, cramped, dirty. Braxyd stared at me in surprised, but I ignored his stupidity.
"Dilemma?" I asked, trying to muster up some of the old Maxsodin for my old friend. I was less than successful.
He shrugged after a second. I looked at the wound on his head.
I held my hand out. Heal, I thought. And it obeyed.
Braxyd groped at his fully healed wound in awe. I rolled my eyes, expressing my distaste fro lingering.
"Shall we go?" I asked flatly, holding out my hand.
He looked at it warily. After a minute, my patience wore thin and I grabbed onto his arm. He cried out in protest. Silence, I thought nastily. He fell abruptly silent.
Flexing my free fingers, I waited until I could feel them tingling with Darkness before I snapped. Take us back to my room, I thought hard, concentrating as best I could.
Seconds later, the cell was empty and desolate, nothing changed but the absence of its only prisoner. As we traveled through nothingness, back to my room, I silently sent out a message to Nexan, using the stored hate I had. I was sure by the thin smile that spread unwillingly across my impassive face that she had received it.
This made me feel good.