The world dissolved into a kaleidoscope of fragmented colors. Sound became distorted, a muffled symphony of growls and his own ragged breaths. Haruto moved of pure, primal instinct.
The creature, a snarling wolf in his distorted perception, became a target, an obstacle like a video game.
He felt no fear, no empathy, only a cold thrill that coursed through him with every blow. His lifted a bench, propelled by an unseen force, slammed into the creature's fur.
He vaguely registered the wet sensation of teeth grazing his arm, the wolf is trying to bite his arm. but it was all distant, muted to him.
Time lost its meaning. He was a puppet, his body controlled by the chilling mantra echoing in his mind: "non-human detected... KILL." Every move felt practiced, honed to razor-sharp precision as if he has been doing this for years, even though he'd never fought before. He dodged, he parried, he struck, each action devoid of conscious thought.
The wolf whimpered, its struggles growing feeble. The wolf tried to bite his neck and escape
"Pathetic," he rasped, the words distorted and inhuman, a guttural growl escaping his throat.
The creature's emerald eyes, once vibrant with life, now pleaded for mercy.
He sank his hands into the creature's fur, his grip tightening with each ragged breath.
"Merci pls" The she-wolf's whimpers transformed into a girl choked gasps, a horrified by this human.
She knows she must act quickly if she is to succeed.
"I w-will satsify you primal urges" she reaches out, her hand brushes against his arm, but this time, with her touch. She leans in closer, her chest pressing against his, her intention clear. She draws near to kiss him
"Non-human detected... KILL." In that moment, he was no longer a boy, no longer a protector.
A twisted pleasure, cold and detached, coursed through him with each strangled gasp.
He pinned the creature to the ground, his movements swift and brutal. His distorted perception blurred. This wasn't a fight. It was a dance of predator and prey.
"Satisfy my primal urges" he commanded, his voice dripping with happiness, fear, anger, sadness. As if all those emotions has mixed together.
With a sudden burst of speed, Haruto lunged forward, his movements fluid and precise. The girl stumbled backward, her eyes widening in terror as she realized the effect of gravity and she fell down tripping.
But there was no escape from the relentless onslaught that followed. Haruto's fists blurred with blinding speed, raining down upon her with viscous strikes.
Each blow was delivered with calculated precision, inflicting maximum damage with ruthless efficiency.
The girl tried to fight back with kicking but he didn't acknowledge her kicks.
The sound of flesh meeting flesh echoed through the air, punctuated by the girl's agonized cries of pain. Her attempts to defend herself were non-existent, her movements sluggish and uncoordinated by comparison
"H-Humans.....scary " With each strike, the girl's body crumpled beneath the force of his blows, her once vibrant emerald eyes now dull with pain and fear.
But still, Haruto showed no mercy, his attacks growing more brutal with each passing moment.
He reveled in the twisted pleasure of domination, his senses intoxicated by the adrenaline coursing through his veins. In that moment, he was no longer a boy, no longer bound by the constraints of morality or empathy. He was a force of nature, unleashed upon the world with merciless fury.
Haruto continued by grabbing her near a wall and punching her repeatedly. the sound of impact reverberating off the walls
Even if the wall broke he switched to another wall but didn't stop the grind. "Aaah~" Her moans, once filled with agony, began to take on a different tone
And as the girl is getting battered and broken at his feet, her body bruised and bloodied beyond recognition. He left her
With a sudden burst of speed, Haruto tackled the girl to the ground, his body pressing down upon hers with unrestrained force.
But instead of resisting, the girl responded with an unexpected fervor, her cries of pleasure mingling with the sounds of their struggle. he engaged in a series of physical games with the girl.
As the games reached continued, the girl's body became a canvas of gore and bruises, like a painting.
It was only when the girl lay motionless at his feet, her lifeless eyes staring blankly into the void, that Haruto finally snapped out of his trance.
Haruto felt his blood levels are getting low and he is becoming dizzy, his sight is pale.
He stumbled back, tripping over something soft. He looked down, his stomach churning. The girl, her emerald eyes vacant, lay lifeless beneath him was now a grotesque.
The image didn't register. His mind, remained blank. He felt nothing - no remorse, no fear, just a horrifying emptiness.
"How....barbaric. This must be reported to a church " A fancy englishman whispered as he noticed the scene before his eyes.
"Maybe it's Yumi tea...It's so strong I am in dream world" He stumbled away, his legs shaky, his blood levels slow. He needed to get away, to escape.
He feel shortness of breath, headache so bad that he wanted to SLEEP now.
He walked on autopilot, his vision blurred with Hunger gnawed at his stomach, a primal urge he recognized. He needed food, something to fill.
He stumbled towards a park bench, the exhaustion finally overwhelming him. As he collapsed onto the rough wood, the figurine slipped from his grasp, landing beside him.
He closed his eyes, the image of the anime figure flashing through his mind.
But instead of remorse, an image flooded his mind, a fantasy conjured by his mind - a beautiful anime girl with flowing pink hair, her smile reaching her eyes. She is his protective girlfriend and she is secretly a magical girl. And she always rushed towards his side when he is in trouble.
"Seira-chan is hot and loyal girl. Maybe I should get kidnapped so I could see her in action. Hehe " He drifted off to sleep, lost in his worldbuilding, around the corpses of several beheaded children and their parents.