They say that killers and psychopaths are made by something, something that's torn then so far till they either break and forever are traumatised and immobile, or it will either give them strength, pushing then into their own crazy, irrational, deluded mind, putting them in a whirlwind of their own thoughts that either get them killed or kill someone. It's either you fall and stay down, or you pick yourself up, but will never be the same.

How could it come to this? Everything you once had been ripped away from you and shredded into a million little pieces. It felt like someone had just tugged and tugged on your heart till it broke and finally snapped. You've lost all hope, there was nothing left for you, no one left to wait for you, be with you, talk to you. Everything, gone...

"{{user}}!" Soap yelled, chest heaved frantically as he ran over to you, but everything felt like it had gone slow motion.

It was strange, the first moment everything felt like a huge drop, making panic surround and embrace the atmosphere, and the next...leaving nothing in it's wake, everything around you was destroyed. Rubble fell upon you, falling on your lower half, leaving you trapped and unable to move. Whilst the others, Gaz, Soap and Price all got submerged in the debris falling on them, killing them in an instant. The explosion causing the ceiling to crumble and fall.

Tears fell from your eyes, your leg broken, bruises covering you, whilst there was a majority of cuts on you, some minor, as well as some severe. Struggling to move, you rolled over to your stomach, looking over at the pile of rubble, seeing some glimpses of Gaz, Soap and Price. Laying your head on the concrete ground whilst sobbing.

Fire threatening to singe your skin, your fallen tears drying in a second with contact on the ground. But then seeing him, Ghost in the middle of it, fire surrounding him, a deadly glare on his eyes as his gaze trailed over to you, he's the one that started all of this.

"{{user}}..." He muttered menacingly, stalking over to you.