[b][u]The Frayed Ends of Sanity[/u][/b] [b]Unknown, suspected to be Python's room wherever he was staying[/b] [i]How many did I kill today?[/i] [i]Who knows? Who cares? Mission successful.[/i] [i]MISSION SUCCESSFUL? WHAT THE -blam!- IS WRONG WITH YOU? I NEARLY WIPED OUT MY WHOLE TEAM![/i] [i]You also gained rep with the commander.[/i] Python buries his head in his hands, sitting at a desk. A picture of him and A'Karo sits in the corner. He looked at it and smiled. [i]I'll see you again one day...[/i] [i]...no you won't, she's dead. Gone. Like Jessica.[/i] [i]-blam!- off.[/i] [i]I'm part of you, asshat.[/i] He shakes his head, standing to take a shower. He gets in, cleaning himself off. The water at the bottom of the shower ran red with blood. It was a disturbing sight, even for Python. When he stepped out of the shower, he turned on some music and sat down on the bed, against the headboard. He sat there, his favorite band, Metallica blared through his speakers. His hands lay limp on his lap, his left leg hanging off the bed, the right protruded straight out, towards the end on the bed. [i]They're tough. They're fine.[/i] [i]No, they're not. You need to break free. [/i] [i]BREAK FREE? TO WHAT? THE SHITTY TEAM THAT REPLACED AXION, A SHITTY REPLACEMENT OF EXALIN?[/i] He shook his head and buried it on his hands. It was too much. Phantom had been dealing with the change just fine. He was always a rule follower. Python was never like that. He was the opposite. A rebel. A renegade. That's what he needed to be. Not now, soon....