Each step he took, he let the anger inside of him build again. It consumed me, and all he saw was red for his betrayer. His blood roared in his temples and he could feel the veins throbbing. He grasped the fierce rage inside him and pulled, hard.
His body tensed, his muscles locking as he stomped through the dark corridor. The cold air mixed with my hot resentment, and only his footsteps sounded off the walls as the frigid atmosphere became deadly. What he saw were blood and death.
They echoed in his head, forming a sweet rhythm of violence. It sang to him, and his body fed on the scent of fear. He wanted to punch the life out of someone.
He wanted to so torture his traitors until he saw them dead, with nothing left of them but vague. Just another corpse.
The monster inside of him was raging, begging to be unleashed. He had kept him in for too long, and it was time to let him free. And so he did. He prepared himself for this girl.
