Deadly Living: Fear is Just A Word - Book 1

Anger Rising

Examining the land, Neko gazed over it. Until his eyes locked with another soul. The smile that played on his face, soon disappeared. The smile that his face once so easily held, he vanished. His nose scrunched, his lip curling up, his teeth bared revealing a eye retching snarl. His fist clinched as the heat of anger arose in his body. As he looked into those eyes, those eyes that tormented him for so long. Those eyes of the one that battered him without mercy. Those eyes that broke him until he snapped. The one that tortured him, year after year. Month after Month. Week After Week. Day after Day.

Second.

By.

Second.

The Anger arose like the fury of god himself. Burning holes into the eyes that gazed upon him. Anger, blood churning, mind bending. This infuriated, indignant feeling. The murderous gaze he cast upon this one. Was of pure rage. How dare they?!

The question could almost be heard in the air. How dare they come here?! My home?! My place?! The only place of peace I have?! After all they put him through. This person.....this evil....this...this....THIS FEEN! The one that broke into this quiet little boy. Breaking him. The one that caused so many walls to build within him. The one that pushed him to the brink of death. The one that stained his image. Yeh, the one that broke him, driving him insane until he snapped. Breaking his silence, revealing the anger and the power held so deep inside! That he vowed never to show!

And yet when he looked back at them, those eyes. Looking into that soul with emotions of fury. As he looked into them and they into him, He could only see the same being reflected. But how dare they! How could someone of their status of their indecency! STUPIDITY! Even feel pain!

It looked at him almost in fury, making his blood flow like a raging river. They....them.......no it! Yes.. It looked at him almost mimicking his glare. He growled at it.

Enraged, he clinched his fist. Knuckles turning white. As he saw the small smirk play on their lips. THE MOCKERY!

The indignity! The undying thirst for blood feel to his lips as he punched the window. Snatching shut the curtain, Neko turned his back.

The evil that so easily inflared his mind. Desrupted his happiness. Disturbed his peace. Stained his dreams! This evil stood just down those stairs.

Pulling on his shirt. He reached for the door swinging it open. Flying open he released it. Throwing the piece of wood fall out of his hands, that he so easily ripped away.

It.

They.

Them.

SHE! The irritation of eternity, was only a minimization to what she caused him. This creature, this girl, this woman.

This... this beast!

Neko walked toward the stairs, the least sound being made in his steps. This beast he so easily despised. Even she had a name. Taking a step, he whispered her name. So deathly low, yet so deadly. The stairs didn't dare creak, from fear of being broken under his many steps.

Yet even in the whisper. He spoke her name with such spite and malice the spital that tricked from his lip burned the wooden floor below him. Staining it with the fury of fire as he uttered her name,

"Layana!"