"Oh no, you have me wrong." Cal said, circleing Fexiryn. "I wanted to kill them. I wanted to destroy every figment of their being. They were worthless dregs who built their success on the broken bodies of those beneath them. I was glad they perished. But what happened next? Let's see."<br/><br/>He was clearly deranged at this point, hunched over, a broken smile below his wide, bloodshot eyes.<br/><br/>Blurred images of theft and murder flicked around the room. Angered shopkeepers waving brooms and mops threateningly. Armed guards racing down the street weapons drawn. Eventually these all faded.<br/><br/>The pair was surrounded by a dark alleyway. There was a scuffle in the centre. A slightly older, pale youth had his arms wrapped around the throat of a well dressed man who was struggling valiantly but was soon still.<br/><br/>"You make your wealth with our corpses, so I make mine with yours." The boy said, pocketing the bag of coins from the man's belt. His voice was cold and emotionless. A very disturbing fact considering he looked no older than ten.<br/><br/>The shadows behind him moved and the boy spun around to confront who or whatever it was which was moving.<br/><br/>"Show yourself!" The boy shouted.<br/><br/>From the shadows emerged a girl. She looked the same age as the boy but was thin, her face gaunt and shallow, her body covered in bruises and scrapes.<br/><br/>The boy simple snorted and walked away but she followed him, clutching torn rags around her body.<br/><br/>"Get lost." The boy shouted, waving his hand away. She kept following, out of the alley and into the snow covered street.<br/><br/>The boy obviously didn't want her company but made no further attempts to rid himself of her.<br/><br/><br/>Lunacy had calmed now. Instead of outright screaming there was only the occasional sob. Her spirit form clutched to Fexiryn's. She could still see what was going on, watching with a sideways glance every now and then.<br/><br/>"Oh what a fun time my childhood was. Murder and theft and all manner of assorted nastiness." He was waving his arms around wildly as he spoke.