Korius experimented for a good hour, and now he can control the blades. He found he could even shape them. He explored the camp in search of clothes and weapons. He came across a large number of weapons, but all of them unusable, either mangled or cut up. He found an old chest in a tent near the edge of town. Apparently some people had pillaged some of the deserted towns nearby. He found some black leathers and boots that seemed to strike his fancy and wore them. As he left the town, he heard a small click. He turned just in time to see a guard that was still alive shoot at him. He panicked and waited for the worst, but when the bullet fired, he noticed that it sounded odd. He opened his eyes and realized that time seemed to slow down, like in his vision of the massacre. His body burned and excitement flooded his head. "Yes, this is it. This is the feeling I need to control this." He stepped to the side and the bullet zipped right past. The guard couldn't believe what he saw and shot again, and watched in horror as the figure he shot would instantly displace elsewhere, leaving a shadow where he had shot. He screamed as he was picked up by the neck and was instantly silenced as he neck was snapped. Korius pulled the gun from the man's hand and pocketed it, a beretta 98. Right before he threw the man down, he noticed in his reflection in the man's shades that his eyes glowed, and crimson red at that. "Nice shades. I'm sure you won't be needing them anymore." Korius plucked the glasses from the man's face and threw him away like trash.
He snarled a little as he put on the shades. He went back into the camp and searched for ammunition and came across a black case in the armory tent. In curiosity, he opened up the box. Inside, he found another video disc. He searched the other tents for a laptop and eventually found one that still worked. He popped in the disc and sat back, loading cartridges into the clip of the Beretta. It showed the military medical teams evacuating various cities and towns. Finally, it came to his home town and he leaned forward and opened the volume higher. There, in the footage, was his wife. The van had passed by her as the roof of the old-folks home collapsed over her and trapped her inside. She reached out from the cracks screaming for help, her fur already drenched in a lot of her blood. One of the medical team opened the door, but the others dissuaded him from going out, saying she was far from saving her. He couldn't bare anymore and kicked the small stand with the laptop through the tent. "They let my wife die, and left me for dead. Then they tear me open and experimented on me. They will pay. They will all die." He walked out of the camp, angry and ready to kill. He's already killed 3 STALKERS that were in this camp, and now he can even dodge bullets. He has nothing to lose.