Jonathan's fingers twitched as he lay passed out on the concrete, his body covered in scars and dark crimson.
"S-Since J-Jonathan Wutherhorn is unable to continue—The winner… Light Wutherhorn!" The announcer himself sounded surprised at the outcome of the match, hence, his stuttering. "He will now go on to the finals, where he would face Yannick Wutherhorn."
The announcer jumped into a long dialogue of how the final match promised to be a historic one, but Light wasn't even listening. Light had transformed back in to his original form, he stood over Jonathan's body. He hated that he had lost control over himself and had done this to his own brother.
He looked up at the panel, where his father and mother sat. His father mirrored his gaze with a cold stare.
"This is what you want, isn't it…" Light muttered under his breath, gritting his teeth as he stared directly into the eyes of the expressionless man. "You won't be happy until we kill each other."
