HE DIDN'T KNOW WHERE HE WAS HEADING, but he knew one thing, he wanted to be as far away as possible from him.
His feet pounded the hard floors beneath his boots, each stump louder than the other, it was like his feet had a mind of their own. They just kept on moving further down the corridor, entering the deeper into its never ending depths. God knows where he was heading.
His mind has gone somewhere else, and his focus wasn't in his current reality. Where he was going, it never mattered at this moment in time, he felt restless and anger. The further away he was, the better.
Malevolence. That's all he felt right now, only for them. All of them.
