<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><strong>Paul Ravitz</strong></span><br/>Unknown<br/><br/>Something inside the man caused him to quake. His breathing was heavy, pupils completely dilated as the black melted from his eyes. Body hovering over the girl's, his palms were flat on either side of his head, knees wobbling on the hard surface her body now laid limp upon. Immobile. Confused. In pain. Scared shitless. They didn't even come close to describing how he felt. What had he just done? Did he kill her? Take the life of an innocent young girl? What was it that he had become, so quickly, so fiercely? His whole body was trembling now, tears washing some still moist blood from his face. "What... What did I do? What did I do?!" Punching the ground, his fist went straight through the stone, into the dirt below. This strength was unbelievable, but he could not control it.<br/><br/>On his feet, he stepped backwards, staring at down at her. "Wake up. Please... Just wake up. I didn't want to kill you." His foot tapped the side of hers, somehow thinking it would wake her from her bloody slumber. "Wake up. Wake up!" The monstrous yell into the air made the walls shake, dust falling from the floorboards above. In a last attempt he picked the body up in his arms, slowly moving up the stairs. Through the house, her blood dripped onto the wood and rugs, covering him. Clothes were non-existent, which he hadn't noticed, but it was expected. How would a grown man fit in the clothing of a ten year old? Sniffing with what little strength he had left, he found Cameron's door. The one that had changed him could save her. It was all he could think. Shoulder shoving roughly into the door, he fell to the floor with it, holding her tight so she would endure any more injuries.<br/><br/>His body was weak, he didn't attempt to stand at that moment. "Please..." was all he could muster, staring down at the girl in his arms. What would he do now? How pitiful. Asking for help from the one he most despised.