One.

X1 can feel fingers clawing at him, legs trying to kick up against him in an attempt to throw him off. He doesn’t budge, instead grabbing a fistful of the fading, colorful hair and he pushes, hard.

The yelp that Parrot gives spurs something within him, as if igniting a flame he had once let cool off. X1 pulls Parrots head forward again to make him look up at him, wide eyes flittering across his face.

Two.

The hesitance is beginning to fade as X1 bashes Parrots head back against the ground, the fight he was putting up faltering with every passing second.

"Is this what you wanted?" X1 asks with a light pant, lips twitching into a sharp toothed grin. He gives another tug to admire the blood running down Parrots face, bloody and bruised and helpless.

Three.

After bashing Parrots head against the small stones and cobbles beneath them, X1 glances over at the figures watching him from afar. None of the three are moving, not backing away in fear and terror nor moving closer to stop him from hurting, *killing* their friend - their supposed friend. Pathetic. "Is that what you wanted?"

Pathetic Pathetic Pathetic.

X1 chuckles at the thought, eyes drifting back to to take a proper look at the wreak beneath him, heaving and grasping at his hands, silently trying to fight and plead for him to stop. He could, X1 knows he could stop and grant Parrot what he wanted; to survive, to live. He doesn’t deserve it though, and he adds to the count.

Four.

Maybe five.

He hasn‘t actually paid that much attention to how often he hears the crack, much more fascinated by the red tinted ground underneath them as more blood seemed to spill out with every hit. The way Parrots eyes try so hard to stay open, the grasp on his arms weakening and eventually falling off entirely to lay unmoving to the side, it felt so empowering. It felt *good*.

In comparison to him, Parrot was nothing. He was nothing more than a clone meant to be repurposed, meant to be tormented and suffering for his actions.