The Chicken Killers

Judas sighed, still floating above.
"What you fail to realize is human beings are not two dimensional. This is a fight, a battle of wits and muscle. To stop that knife was to stop his fate. His fate is death. You seem quite two dimensional however, in your blind and ruthless anger. You're inherantly wrong because you are still simply a little girl, there are things it will take you a while to understand, little sister."

Judas burst into laughter.
"Your attempt at understand my motives is pathetic and quite two dimensional! I'm not some angsty fool driven by a haunting past or such other cliches! Ahahahahah! You understand nothing, my little sister, because you are still a young girl."
Then he paused.
"And how, do you know, life only comes once? Playing god, are we? Have you died before, little sister? Then, how would you know the ways of life and its end."
He smirked.
"This is like a bloody daycare or something! You disappoint me little sister, you are supposed to have faith and trust in the actions of your older brother, even if you cannot understand them, for I am much wiser than you can ever grasp."
He suddenly crackled with a new burst of energy, as if the long fight hadn't even fazed him, looking down at Myles.
"I was only fighting at about a 1/4 or less of my potential for the last while or so...but...it's been rather boring. You've failed to amuse me or give me a challenge."

Judas sighed.
"You surge with only blind anger and ignorance. You haven't any idea what you're talking about. If you really were a loving little sister, you would trust in your older brother's actions, for he is wiser beyond what you will ever be, even if you can't understand his actions."
He shook his head.
"So quick to anger, so much to learn."

Judas paused, smiling down at Myles.
"If you live to walk away and breathe, you live only because of the interruption of a fifteen year old girl."
He laughed.