Jonathan's POV

The colors around me that I could see were slowly fading away. I couldn't hear a thing either. Not even feel. I could see a couple of hands trying to pull me away but I don't let go of Brock's hair.

He looked up at me while I raise my fist up ready to hit him but then his lips started to move probably saying something. I raise my eyebrow not knowing what he was saying until I felt a presence behind me. I look behind me quickly seeing Brock there about to impale me with a sword of his but I quickly dodge it. I look at the person I was holding in my hands this whole time and I see a stone statue of him with a huge grin planted on it's face.

When I smashed the statue I was starting to feel Delirious immense power taking over me. My ears started to grow pointy like an elf, my teeth started to get razor sharp mostly my fangs, claws started to grow, and finally my eyes were pure black probably with a blue pupil. HEY I CAN'T SEE MY OWN EYES AND COLORS SO I DONT KNOW WHAT COLOR ARE MY EYES RIGHT NOW...but my sister says that my whole entire eyes turn pure black with a blue little pupil in the center.

The ground was covered with tentacles including myself. My arms turns into some kind of weapon that had some of spiky tentacle texture on them with huge metal looking claws. I grin wide showing my teeth to Brock who just looked at me disgusted.

He summoned a bow and did a stretching move that made three arrows appear. He let them go that made them dart straight at me. I swung my weird dangerous looking arm at them that just easily destroyed them into a million pieces because of my claws.

His face expression changed furiously angry. Sadly I couldn't hear, feel, and see any colors at all. Everything was dull to me, pointless. My life is pointless!!

I'm a worthless piece of shit that likes to kill people and get into fights! I don't even deserve to live but....why am fighting then? What am I fighting for?

Who am I fighting for? I don't remember...

I got distracted for a bit that I didn't even have time to dodge another three set of arrows darting straight at me. One hit my shoulder, the other on my knee, and the last one barely missed my head but it scratched my ear a bit.

I snarled at him ignoring the arrows on me and ran straight at him ready to swing my arm at him. He jumped backwards nearly missing my claws except for his right leg. I left three fresh cuts on it.

He winced and floated there in the air, gripping his injured leg. His head slowly looked up at me showing a serious death glare while I just stood there showing an insane grin.

"You bitch." That's what I think he mouth out since I can't hear a thing. I flip him off with my claws that slightly cut my wrist but ignore it.

I sensed water near me so immediately made the water move and go straight at us to heal me but probably drown him. Brock might of had noticed that because he immediately started to run away not wanting to let the wave hit him.

My sister might of had also sensed the water because she was ready to use her own power to keep Luke from drowning.

I look behind me seeing the enormous wave move straight at us and the building. I started to laugh psychopathically even though I couldn't hear it. I wish I could.

The wave hits me but doesn't move me not even an inch. I just stood there in the middle of the water with a huge insane smirk. I stare at Brock who was already in the water trying to swim. My sister made an air bubble around her and Luke.

I slowly walk up towards Brock swimming body. I could see him trying so hard to hold in his breath but I know he wouldn't even last another second. He is weak against water.

A couple of black tentacles make their way towards Brock but he just kicked them not wanting them to grab him so I grab him and stab his stomach with my claw. He gripped his abdomen tightly in pain but he tried to swing his sword at me, missing every time.

The weight of the water weighed him down so he couldn't swing his arm that fast compared to me. When I'm in the middle of the sea or even the whole entire ocean it's like a normal day for me. I can breathe under water so I don't care, so you could chain me up and throw me in the god damn ocean for good period of time then pull back out to see me still alive.

He swung his sword again this time slicing through my chest leaving a huge wound but it healed instantly. His eyes widened and swung his sword again and again leaving my body with wound and cuts but they all heal quickly.

I make the water go back to where it came from, seeing Brock fall to the ground gasping and then starting to pant heavily. He looks up at me with fury in his eyes.

He gets up a bit wobbly from the lack of oxygen he had in his lungs. He started to run/limp up at me, dragging his injuries leg. I smirk licking my teeth and swung my hand at him hitting his chest. Three huge deep cuts were left there on his chest. He placed his hand on his chest falling down on his knees.

He slowly looks up to me with horror and sorrow in his eyes. I smirk even wider just by staring at his expression change so quickly form brace to a wimp.

Now that's what I like to see. Seeing them stop fighting all bravely and finally realizing what they got themselves into.

My name is not Jonathan....it's Delirous. HAHAHAHAH

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(A/N: sorry if this fighting scene was bad, I'm still not good at writing fights. Like I can imagine them perfectly but I cant describe it just how I see it)