"Hey guys, Sky here, and today I'd like to show you my new pet.

The last one was too boring," Sky muttered into the camera, smiling widely and waving his hand at the audience. His eyes shone unnatural red, as did his amulet, the faint light illuminating the almost dark room. There were smudges of red on both of his cheeks, but he didn't seem to mind them one bit.

He looked like a kid that just entered a candy shop.

Behind him, a short brunet quaked in his position; bound to a chair by a tight rope that dug into his arms. Ty's chocolaty eyes were wide in fear, his lips mouthing "No," and "Sky," over and over.

He wriggled, trying his hardest to free his arms, but to no avail, Sky really knew how to tie. There was no way to escape this monster.

Ty refused to believe that this was Sky.

Sky let out a crazy sounding chuckle, using his thump to wipe away the blood from one of his cheeks. He smiled at the camera.

"I'm here with Deadlox today," he moved aside and pointed the camera directly at the pale brunet. "And we'll be playing… Ty, what are we gonna play?" he asked with a childishly sounding voice.

"Sky, what are you doing?!" Ty shouted, finally giving up on trying to free the ropes. They were just too tight. Instead, he watched the taller, tanned brunet move the camera around until he was pretty sure his while body was in the shot.

"Smile for the camera, Ty! We're live! And since Ty doesn't know what we're gonna play, I'm gonna tell you!" Sky said, voice as cheery as it could get. He left the camera standing on the table and opened a drawer, pulling out a shining kitchen knife.

"We'll be playing… Blood bath! It's my own game!" he cheered. "Aren't you excited?"

Ty's eyes widened even more, if possible, and he eyed the utensil with great fear. His eyes ran between the pointy knife and Sky's gleeful face.

"Sky… don't do this…"

"Oh, come on, Ty! We're gonna have so much fun!" Sky smiled lopsidedly, a sick grin that nearly split his face in two.

"Look! The only rule is that you can't cry out, okay?" Sky said, walking over to the chair.

Licking his lips, he trailed the knife up Ty's upper arm, leaving a trail of red in its wake.

Ty screamed, throwing his head back and quaking in his seat as his body twitched in pain. He hissed as Sky did it again, this time even deeper, the crimson liquid falling onto the white carpet and staining it.

Sky hmphed, bringing the knife up to his lips and licked the blood off of the blade.

He scowled at the brunet, greedily swallowing his blood.

"Didn't I tell you not to cry?" he asked, his childish voice stained with anger. "Look, you broke the only rule and we only just started! This calls for a punishment, don't you think?"

Ty's head snapped up from its hung position, chocolate eyes watching Sky closely.

"Sky… No…" he mumbled, hissing as more blood trickled down his arms. He cast a gaze at the camera, its red light shining brightly, almost like Sky's eyes and amulet. It was, indeed, recording this whole ordeal.

Sky brought the knife closer again, running the blade across Ty's shirt, cutting the fabrin in half. He stroked Ty's chest, smiling like a madman. He leaned down to whisper into Ty's ear, licking the shell of it.

"Don't worry your pretty head over it, Ty. We'll have so much fun later!"