The End of Sommer [Brutality, Death]

Huh... I busted this out for a quiet night, huh?" Odd didn't quite believe that Manehatten didn't have a crime happening. The flesh orb... It makes my scar tingle, I can feel how invigorating it will be to feel the rage. The belligerent violence. I must have it. It must use it. I must... Oddeus would stop as his ears would flick to the left. That's... Mrs... Mrs. Sommers house. Odd would give a sad look as he would quickly run to the doorstep to see that the door handle was ripped off.  The handle would be covered in snow as he would hear screaming, yelling, and then gunshots.  Odd would gasp and had tears forming, his lip even quivered slightly. His vision blurred as tears welled up, it was like his world turned upside down. Why? Why do this to her? Wait... Oddeus put his head to the opening of the door as he heard it.  One day, Mr. Sommers told him that his son was no good. In fact, he was in a gang of murdering robbers called the 120's. The reason was that they would have the same sign to the murders; they would twist the head roughly 120 degrees. This was psychological warfare.   To think he would target his own mother... It's disgusting. Disturbed. Horrifying. Oddeus would hold the orb close to his head, allowing it to melt partially onto his scar. Oh, that felt so... So good... Yet so painful. I can feel my scar... Pulsating. Vibrating. Odds fur would start to turn orange and his eyes would turn bloodshot. The dark circle in his eye would turn a pinkish color and his scar would widen painfully.  Odd groaned as he held out his paw as a was formed from the orb. The cleaver was serrated and had an axe-like handle. He held the blade with one arm.  "I hope you don't mind Witherwind & Varnish Destrier but we stole y'all's whole flow."  Total transformation: Feeding Frenzy!!! He could feel it in his bones... He was hungry... I'm... I'm hungry. Drool just won't stop coming...  His bones popped and broke as he opened the door in front of him. His pinkish eyes would glow amongst the darkness of the loud halls of the dead. Odd held his cleaver axe that gently dragged across the cold floors. Odd closes the door behind him as it only gets darker.  Oddeus would slowly come in and behind a man looting what seemed to be a chest. This chest only really had books in it luckily. The man was rugged and tough it seemed, yet... Odd couldn't help himself.  Oddeus held his axe up and cleanly took his head off. Landing it inside the chest, his torso slumped to the side.  He simply stared at him for a moment before slowly coughing to the torso and grabbed his legs.  Meanwhile, several fellas with guns and bags of money. They knew the safe code and probably knew where she kept her valuables. Scum bags. A man came down the steps and into the hallway of the dead equestrian. It was severely dark as the man yelled out, "Hey, Cross, where'd ya go?"  A man's voice, it wasn't Odd but it was presumably the dead man's voice. "Hey, Lance. Could you come here real quick this chest is somethin'!" Cross said so casually inside the box, his voice muffled. Lance would shake his head as he started to approach the chest. Lance was a diamond too and used his enhanced vision to see... Blood on the chest. Lance took a step back as the chest started talking to him again, "Lance! Come on, pal! I know you wanna see the loot I'm holding in here!" Lance kept slowly moving back, straight... Into... Odd. Odd grabbed his face and jabbed a kitchen knife into his sides several times until he passed out.  Odd would grab him by his neck and head upstairs. He would peek around the corner into Mrs. Sommers' room. There she was... Dead but not entirely defiled.  Lance's voice would be heard outside the room, "Hey can one of you come help me with this chest downstairs."  One of the five goons ransacking the upstairs came to the door. A pony would waltz up to the cracked door as a muscular arm would grab the stallions neck. The edge of the door swung open and knocked him out cold.  Oddeus would would walk in and held the axe up to his face. The goons shot in his direction , hitting only gazes to the sides and on his weapon. Once they were done, they all stood around him in fear of what he would do next. Odd let the axe blade hit the ground and angling it so he Looked at the two. They would fumble their reloading, Oddeus would hum before he took a bite out of lance. They watched in horror as his fur would start to glow a vibrant red. His drool to blood.  He would shake and crouch down as he dropped his axe. "I... I want... " Odd looked down at Mrs. Sommers. He would watch her as he gently shook her, "Mrs.Sommers... Time is running out..." Odd would bleed from his vicious scaring. He would stand up quickly, headbutting the odd fella coming being him. The diamond dog flew back and hit the wall, his nose completely broken.  "I want... I made... A vow. A vow to protect my family and you've hurt the only woman... The only woman I truly loved that wasn't my own family. I will make your death... Horrible. Cosmo... Time to show yourself, Sister." He said as the men dropped their weapons, their eyes fixated on the door. Footsteps slammed the floors as hands wrapped around the door frame.  Long pale fingers with large greyish blue crystal-like nails. He peaked her head through the door, her frame was thin but her size made up for it. She could barely fit in the room itself, her long body curled with the bedroom. Her eyes casted down at the men as her hair would nearly reach the floor. Her face was oddly beautiful, her body resembled fae or fairies but horrifically expanded to gross degrees. She didn't have wings and her bones gently protruded from her skin. Daughter of Crone, The Infinite, Cosmo Reiner.  They couldn't stop staring at this... Beast... An Everfree monster... In manehatten. Oddeus would would wave at the gentleman. "Goodbye, pile of skin and flesh." Odd said before grabbing Mrs. Sommers. He would say, "Cosmo, Please meet me outside when you're done evaporating those morons." Odd walked out of the room and closed the door. It would glow a feint blackish grey, fighting inside between the two fellas it seemed. Violent. Disturbed. Hungry. Blood painted the walls and the floors.  Odd passed the chest and stopped before going back. What was funny about Mrs. Sommers, she displayed pictures of Odd and her together.  Not a single one of her own son. Odd grabbed a picture frame from the wall with them drinking coffee together. She offered a professional do it. She was an amazing woman. A prodigy in entertainment and a freedom fighter for diamonds everywhere.  It took me all that to see how truly pathetic you are... Lance.