You were barely aware of the power you had, let alone the anger.

It was so much teasing and irritation that got you to that point.

And now here you were, with ruby red hands and little memory of what happened, just alot of corpses.

And then he comes, a little grin on his face, nearly sympathetic, taking your hands and leading you to a place to wash them.

Scar leaves no evidence, cleaning the blood under your nails too.

"Aren't you shocked? The cruel maniac being so tender?"