Murderous Patton Drabbles

hungry

He was hungry again. It had been months since he had felt the hunger welling deep inside him. He always pushed it off, made excuses as to why he wouldn't sit at the table with the others.

Truthfully, he wasn't hungry for what they would cook. Their meals were bland, tasteless, healthy. He wanted Meat.

Juicy, red, dripping with fresh blood. Just thinking about it made him hungrier, but he couldn't stop. He needed to hunt, he needed to kill. But Thomas was strictly locking the brain down after a couple of strange nightmares.

It's nothing that he couldn't fix. He's gotten stronger now, so he should just be able to brute force his way out.

But he was so hungry.... He wanted to kill someone, anyone! At this point, he'd even go to kill Remus, but that'd cause an even bigger uproar. He taps his hand on the table, aggressively flipping his kitchen knife.

"Alright. I'm going out." He announces to the mindscape, hearing the few "oks" from the others. His face split into a maniacal grin as he raced to the nearest alley, to every nook and cranny where SOMEONE could've done horrific things. And there, he began his hunt, his search for the meat he desperately wanted.

Like an animal, he dig his teeth into the womans neck, eating every inch of her skin. She deserved it, had killed her daughter and husband. This was a justice.

While in his room, Remus shuddered. He knew.