Philip had to watch the video, that was in a constant loop, for a week.

Without a break, Philip saw - and heard - his family being tortured, pleading for their lives, cursing him and finally, beaten to death before their bodies were left to burn in the house

Their corpses were beyond recognition to cover what had happened.

Initially, Philip had been so angered that the Smith Anger was in full bloom.

But there was only the bed for him to smash.

So, in the end, he injured himself when he kept punching the wall. He tried to get the pictures to stop but it didn't. His blood on staining the walls did not cover the show. The sounds were loud and jarring and he couldn't sleep without hearing their cries.

Their curses.

Kyle came back after a week.

Philip was broken, but not completely gone.

He was a Smith, after all.

His body was bruised, his mind was full of misery, but he had not gone crazy.

Kyle didn't think he would.

The moment he saw Kyle, he attacked again.

The fight was brief and Kyle had him subdued on the floor.

With his knee on Philip's chest, Kyle patted his cheek and said, almost lovingly, "May the sights you have seen be remembered forever."

Philip's mind went blank, as he lay there, completely immobalised. He had no idea why he didn't move to push Kyle off. All he knew, was that he was staring at Kyle, seeing the lips move yet, he had no idea what Kyle was saying.

Were Kyle's eyes always that blue?

No, wait. It was dark blue.

Wasn't it lighter than that?

Philip had no idea why he found Kyle's eyes so fascinating as his eyes fluttered closed.

When he opened his eyes again, he found himself outside.

He was lying down on the ground, and there was nothing for miles around save for the stretch of road that seemed to stretch endlessly. It was like he had been dumped in the middle of nowhere.

Philip discovered that he was wearing a backpack. Opening it, he found a canteen of water and some dried food.

He smirked.

Kyle was truly stupidly weak.

Let him go, with provisions?

It was only a matter of time before he would get back to civilisation and then began his revenge. Did Kyle think that he had dealt all his cards? He still had some support back in the city.

He just needed to get home.

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Kyle smiled as he read the newspaper article about a madman being found on the outskirts of town.

The report went on to state that it was the missing Philip Smith, and nobody knew what happened to him.

He looked worse than a wildman that lived in the jungle, and he kept mumbling repeatedly with crazed eyes, "Not my fault. Not my fault."

He would attack anyone that came close and had to be subdued and sent to the hospital. He was severely dehydrated, his ribs were poking out (a sign of starvation) and he refused to sleep. Even awake, he would be screaming.

Even when he was given sleeping pills, he would scream in the middle of the night and toss and turn, his eyes closed. No matter what the hospital did, Philip could not be subdued.

In the end, he had to be placed in a coma to heal. If he continued to trash around like that, and not get rest while his body rejected the medication, he would never recover. As it was, no matter what they did, Philip eventually passed away.

The hospital was tight-lipped about the whole incident.

The nurses and doctors in charge of the case, however, were never the same. They had seen the body.

Philip's eyes were wide open in complete fear.

He should have been in a coma and yet, even then, whatever demons that haunted him did not leave him alone.

He had, literally, died from fear.

[How's Emily and the kids?] Kay asked as she put down the newspaper. She had read the article on Philip as well.

[Fine] Kyle replied [Adjusting well in the new place]

The entire movie Philip watched was fake, created by Team Lucka with CGIs.

[You're not worried that they'll retaliate in the future?]

[No] Kyle replied confidently [I've mastered the Kato Art. They have completely lost their memories of us. They don't even remember that they were once part of the main branch family]

[What if someone recognises them? And remind them?]

Kyle laughed [Oh, didn't I tell you? I had them all go through plastic surgery and gave them new identities. They honestly believe that they are the Trents, who moved to that obscure town because they wanted to leave the bustle of city life]

[They had not known what Philip was doing anyway, so letting them live was a viable option. Only Philip needed to be dealt with. If, on the off-chance that they do regain their memories and want to retaliate, then Plan B will set into motion]

[Plan B? What Plan B?] Kay asked, surprised though she knew she shouldn't have been.

[The moment any thoughts of revenge come in, they'll kill themselves] Kyle said [I only give them one chance]

Kay blinked, looking at her brother and shook her head. He was more decisive than ever.

Kyle leaned back on the chair, getting comfortable in the first class lounge. Right now, all that he was interested in was that he was going to see Sari again.

He had missed her so much.

After being away for nearly two years, he acutely felt the pain of their separation. The ache in his heart was strong and he was so excited at the prospect of seeing her again. Holding her in his arms.

He fiddled with the engagement ring in his pocket.

He could imagine her face when he came and proposed.