"U-Uncle..." I stuttered.
He lay motionless in front of me, back erect against the wall of a house, but head tilting down. His corpse was covered in blood.
My gaze unfolded on my surroundings. The village was painted red with blood, glowing orange from the fire. The debris disfigured the terrain and the corpses littering the area, the people I once saw lively and cheery, dead and dull.
My mind began to turn and I could feel clankings, like a gear turning in a clock. I felt my sanity slipping away from me slowly like water slowly dripping out of a faucet. I could feel my breath become raspier as if I was growling, and my teeth subconsciously gritted between my beastly groans
Then my brain projected Sara. My best friend, nearly burnt to a crisp from the Spirit Force. She was my truest friend and stayed around when the rest left. I tried to look out for her, and in the end, she even liked me! I nearly lost my friend, my lover. The same clanking sensation was felt again, and my sanity now felt like it was crumbling at a more accelerated rate, tears began forming, my stress levels peaking, and my eyes widened.
I now felt as if some poison was released into my body, tearing it apart inside, especially in my mind. It felt sickening but had a hint of satisfaction which settled in. I was genuinely angry now, and my condition reflected it.
Then the cherry on top, my beloved uncle. He raised me since I was an infant, tended to my every need, and treated me like his own son. He showed me right and wrong and filled my parents' void with his care. He tried his best to earn for me and taught me everything I knew. He was there since the beginning, and would have remained more if it was not for "Sigmund", but now he's lying like a corpse. He was the most honorable man I knew, he was strong no matter what, and was always facing life with a good approach, and he taught me to do the same. That was his final lesson, embedded in his last words.
Now my state was visible. I was on my knees, crying, wounded, and bleeding. I felt as if whatever I was, whatever I stood by, and for, was all torn away from me, like a cloth torn out of a thorny bush. I burst into tears, screeching in pain loudly. The poison in my body had spread, and I felt that my sanity had now started to deteriorate quickly, as the clanking got louder. I felt sick, as I was heating up. This also showed with the fact that the tears blowing out of me evaporated when I touched my skin. Something was up.
Then I felt a large clank, and the bell tolled. My mind had snapped into two. The poison felt purely sickening, but this time, I liked it. Oh, I loved it. I felt free of restraints, one could say "unhinged". I was still crying, but now a snarl was developing on my face, like a growling wolf. It's ironic because the wolf is the animal used to represent Death himself. My anger steamed up so much that I could be heard growling like a mad lion, and my fists clenched up so much that my nails went into my skin, causing more bleeding.
Suddenly, I heard and felt a noise emerge from within me. It was like a kettle heating up, making a high-pitched screeching noise, but it sounded more demonic and low-pitched than a kettle, comparable to what the screams of thousands of suffering souls. The others could hear it because the big guy covered his ears.
I felt some dark feeling in my gut emerge from within, and I could feel myself changing. I heated so much that the blood on my skin was reduced to red steam, which surrounded me. I suddenly felt like I was getting energized again, even though I was so tired I couldn't move a muscle. Then, I saw beams of blood-red and black energy surround me, and I even saw my eyes changing in my reflection in a nearby puddle, glowing blood-red.
My state suddenly changed from tears to pure rage, and as my transformation agonized me, I roared many times, like a demonic lion. I felt my teeth get sharper. I took deep breaths due to my rage, which was beyond all that existed.
Everything was building up around me, and my rage suddenly turned to a burst of sickening laughter, and all my darkest thoughts came to me, the mangled faces of my loved ones, and I thought of the most brutal ways to murder a person, and it all fueled my emerging, dark, bloody fire.
Then I looked up at Sigmund, and He stared at me with amusement. I lost it
"AAAAAAAHHHHHH! STOP MOCKING ME YOU SICK BASTARD!" I exclaimed.
I blew up. The energy around me encircled me and exploded, decimating the entire village, and I felt charged.
"I'M GOING TO KILL ANYONE IN MY SIGHT!" I screeched, my voice sounding completely different, deeper and more cracked up and raspy, like a monster from hell.
I bolted at Sigmund at an inhumanly fast speed but was intercepted by big guy, who tried to hit me, but I somehow dodged it subconsciously.
Then I curled up my fist, and it began to charge up, and I felt a strong tingling sensation in my forearm, which intensified as the fist embued with this energy of mine began to charge up more. When my fist was covered in red and black energy, and started pulsating, I knew the charge was complete.
I punched Fatty mid-air at the very moment he tried to intercept me, and hit him right in the gut. My punch almost immediately hit him, which was not humanly possible. It blasted red and black, sending him into a building.
From the debris, he emerged. He looked beaten up, but still had fight in him.
"What the hell! Who the hell are you?" He asked
I was too enraged to answer, and I just stared at him
"Oh well, won't matter now," He cackled.
He charged up his energy ball and unleashed it at me. It came flying towards me, but some instinct kicked in, and I grabbed it. I charged my hand again and covered the ball with my energy. It's like my body became sentient. I aimed and threw the ball back at him, sending it three times larger. He tried blocking it but got blasted.
"You're just like all the rest, a weakling," I said in my newfound demonic accent, sounding like a beast that had burned its lungs (it was very raspy).
I looked to Sigmund, but I heard crumbling, and fatso returned, several parts of his body impaled by debris. He tried to hammer my head with a barrage of charged punches, but I weaved through all of them and gave a charged kick to his back, sending him flying.
I saw that he was too high to reach, so I tried charging up, but I also toughened my back muscles. To my surprise (which I didn't feel at that moment) six sharp tentacle-like arms with blades on the end, made by my energy, emerged from my back. As my mind wanted to kill him, the tentacles all went after him.
They all impaled him in different areas and coiled him up, and I could hear his cries of pain.
"Cry! Cry like the innocent people cried before they were mutilated," I snarled malevolently.
Then my tentacles uncoiled themselves, tearing him apart as he screamed. When my protrusions returned to the source, a pile of dismembered flesh and guts collapsed, and it rained blood.
"What an impressive show!" I heard Sigmund.
That really ticked me off. This sick bastard makes entertainment out of the dismemberment of his henchmen!
"Now it's your turn," I growled.
He stepped off of his steed. His stature was rather tall, nearly that of mine, but he looked tall because of his slender nature. His silky grey hair and his irritating blue eyes flashed in my eyes.
I launched at him, as did he. We both punched each other with the charged punches and fell to the ground. We got up, and while he prepared a spirit force sword of some kind, my arm just flashed pure black, making a deformed dagger. I lunged with what I had and we both went for a slash. Although I got hit, I only got to see his smirk for a second, as after his cackle accompanying the smirk, he spilled blood, for I gave him a good cut.
While he was shocked, I stabbed my half-assed weapon into his leg and drove it all over. He screamed in pain, and it seemed I cut him good, as he couldn't move that leg.
Then I charged my left fist and my right leg, hit him with a punch to the gut, and followed up with a kick to the head, blasting him in the air. Before he could land, he shot the energy ball at me, which I caught and reflected at him, shocking him and blowing him up while he was landing. He fell to the floor, smoking from the blasts, and beaten up.
I walked up to his weakened body. I charged my fist to punch his skull flat and end him. Just as I charged my fist, all my strength, my adrenaline, and my energy dropped to nothing, and I felt too tired to stand. It was as if I was fading into the debris around me. I started losing my balance like a drunk, and my eyes became heavy, and so did my breath. I spat out a great deal of blood. Then I fell, and all of it blacked out, just as I had him.