Moon stood still and quiet, allowing the fear to set into their hearts.

This was the easiest way to come out alive; never let them realize just how much of an advantage they had.

He made sure he made eye contact with each and every one of them. Doing his best to mimic the gaze given to him years prior, what felt like an entire lifetime ago.

It seemed to be effective, shivers collectively traveled down all of their spines, a few took a couple of steps back and one was about to collapse with how strongly his knees were shaking.

Then Moon lunged at the nearest goon. Every move had to be fluent, efficient, and quick, he couldn't afford to waste too much energy on a single person knowing there were more to come right after.

So, he swung at heads with speed and force that outmatched any professional human athlete, kicked at speeds that shattered bones, and blocked anything that would be too tedious to dodge, once again the sounds of violence filled his ear.

It was a song, one he'd heard played before, but his rendition of it wasn't as skilled.

The screams weren't on pitch, they didn't mesh with the gurgling as the victims drowned in their own blood, bones didn't crack at the correct time, and flesh wasn't being torn at the correct intervals.

All of it irked Moon, as much he didn't wish to admit it, he was aware of how it should sound, and this wasn't it.

The more he swung, the angrier he got. Every downed enemy was another failed attempt, at every failure, he seethed more and more.

However, there was one piece of the orchestra that never failed to perform correctly. Like an exceedingly effective machine, it continued to perform at its peak and produce beautiful melodies.

With every punch, kick, headbutt, stabbing, cut, and bruise Moon received, his body sang beautifully. It groaned and ached, yet it was just like that day.

So, if his body knew what to do, why couldn't their bodies replicate it?

One by one, he performed unrestrained acts of violence on those in his way.

Snapped necks and caved-in chests became his go-to.

Moon continued to lash his anger out at the assailants in an attempt to distract himself from the anger he felt towards himself for feeling this way.

What started as knocking people unconscious descended into ruthless killing. Of course, he would rather kill than reflect on the thoughts that run rampant through his head. The implications of it were horrid.

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So, slaughter he did, up until there was one left.

The one he'd purposefully saved for last. The mastermind behind this entire ordeal, the reason he couldn't come to terms with his feelings; he'd rid himself of this annoyance once and for all.

"Seth, unless you want a repeat of our last, less-than-ideal encounter, I suggest you stand down here and leave me alone in the future"

"Kill yourself" he spat out.

"I was hoping that'd be your response, wouldn't want to trample the unwilling."

There, on that misty night, a fight that would change the course of Moon's life began.

Clenched fist connected with flesh repeatedly, in a flurry of aggressive, hatred-filled swings.

Moon could have ended this just as quickly as he did several months ago, but he was the type to hold a grudge and carry it close to his heart.

Still angry with how they buzzed in his ears like flies ever since he arrived here, he pulled his punches and settled for quick and overwhelmingly fast taps that stung like hell.

No matter what guard Seth threw up, block he placed in the way, or dodge he rushed to accomplish, Moon was there.

This frustrated Seth to no end, and his frustration only continued to grow.

Moon relentlessly pummeled him, taunting him with snide remarks and an occasional slap on the face, for good measure.

"Come on!"

"Hold this"

"You came here to kill me, right?"

"I'm not over there"

"Think faster"

It was never-ending, causing rage to bubble up from Seth's heart, making his attacks faster, more violent, and less coherent with increased aggression.

What was once a beatdown he couldn't escape from, slowly turned into an even fight, resulting in Moon pulling less and less of his punches.

Although the change was slow, it didn't go unnoticed by Moon, however, he attributed it to Seth's adrenaline kicking in. With his life on the line, he most likely unlocked the physical prowess hidden within all untrained humans, which would prove irrelevant in front of him.

But as the fight dragged on, Seth began to exhibit strength levels surpassing what could be chalked up to adrenaline.

Becoming increasingly more and more violent, before Seth was trying his hardest to avoid Moon's near-lethal swings, he was now taking the brunt of the force squarely to the body and shrugging it off.

This presented a problem for Moon because although he was still comfortably faster than him, landing heavy blows was difficult in this situation.

Seth's defensive capabilities were becoming concerning.

'agh, he's starting to hit ridiculously hard, if I wasn't faster than him, I might've been dead already. Shoutout to my mom for my small stature.'

The battle continued with Seth getting better at elucidating the song of violence as time passed, surpassing Moon quicker than he was comfortable with admitting.

He couldn't keep the same consistency with the piece while fighting anyone of equal power to him, logic took over the blinding rage, he wanted to come out of this alive with minimal injury.

Well... that was the plan at first, but not all plans... go according to plan

'Damn it, that one hurt more than the last one'

The punches started to have some insane kick to them. Each blow sends ripples through his body and shakes his skeleton.

He was getting stronger, exponentially so.

Moon wouldn't be able to contend with him if this kept up.

'I want some hot chocolate'