Assassin's Instinct (Tankman x Steve)

Chapter 8

Steve watched with a wild smile on his face. Eyeballs pulsing, trying to catch each little drop of blood. He strained his ears to hear the screams, the gunshots and the tanks.

He moved himself into a small little ball, and watched. He couldn't take it. He wasn't down there, he wanted to make enemies run. Tripping and begging for mercy.

Then he would shoot them, and walk away. Everytime would make him want to kill more and more.

The more he watch, the more he pulled himself into a tighter ball. He panted slowly as the need for blood kicked in. His body couldn't take it, the need for blood was driving him crazy.

He could hear nothing, see nothing. Untill a hand touched his shoulder.

"Steve! Steve!" John yelled. Steve turned around letting go of his body. He smiled. "Listen. Isn't it beautiful?"

John looked at Steve confused. "The screams. There so amazing. It's beautiful, the blood fills the the holes in the ground. They beg and beg. But this is war!"

His eyes pulsed as he looked at John. His smile was even wider. He grab John the arms and but his head into John's chest.

Looking up at him with his now half lidded eyes. "Down you agree with me? John~"

John looked down at him. Seeing how close they were. Steve to John looked kinda hot. But he said nothing. Steve let go of him and looked back at the war below.

"John. Do you know what war means to me? War is a way I can let out all of my anger on people that deserve to die. I feel bad for the ones that don't."

John walk next to Steve. He was worried but he listened anyway.

"It's was a beautiful thing, to these group of people I meet. They made it fun and entertaining. They made me love it, and see what it's all for. But I could see that they didn't have to be murdered. But ever now and again, I want it. I need it. I feel it. Blood lust."

He turned to John. Smiling. John could see he was serious. But wasn't at the same. What was his family like?