Living on Borealis-9: The Story Of A Reincarnated Human

Chapter 8, Part 5: Wrath

So, there I was. I had learned to surf in 20 seconds, and was doing a pretty good job at it. The Reaping Death behind us was busy tearing our island apart, and that's when something hit me. Luna wasn't anywhere nearby. Was she...dead? No, surely not! But as the last of the island was ripped apart, and she was nowhere in sight on the waves or in the water...My mind wandered to some dark places. Not the smartest move on my part, I know, but I get scared sometimes. I tried to shake off the thoughts and focus, trying to remain stoic. I needed to find Luna, she couldn't have just vanished into thin air or died. She's too angry to do so.

I started scanning the horizon, hoping to catch a glimpse of her. The waves were choppy and the winds were howling, making it difficult to see anything. I called out her name, but my voice was drowned out by the crashing of the Reaping Death on our island. Nothing...Nothing...Nothing...Oh no. I started panicking hard now. But I didn't panic...No. I think it was...sorrow. But not quite, because I started feeling angry. This creature had KILLED Luna, surely.

"Lad, stay focused." Tyr said with a slight Scottish drawl again. Faker.

"Shut up." I told him, feeling the anger course through my body. The Reaping Death KILLED her. It murdered her. A huge rush of anger coursed through my body, and I couldn't help but start to clench my fists. I had felt angry before. Pissed off. Irritated. But this was something completely new to me. This...Fury. I didn't feel out of control, I felt powerful and driven to kill this leviathan. And I would do so with my bare hands.

Turning my board, I began to go towards the leviathan as it thrashed the floating island. As I did, I leapt up, higher than what should have been possible, at around twenty feet into the air. I grabbed onto the hammer head of the beast, climbing up one side. It roared in irritation and slammed a hand near me, but I was too close to its face. The stupid beast would not face me so close to its own flesh. I crawled down to its eye just as it submerged itself, but as it did, the water began to turn to wine. Great, I guess I'm...Fucking...Jesus, I guess. Whatever, it was irrelevant. As I went under and left behind a trail of wine, I felt more focused and sharp. So...I lifted my fist, beginning to transform into a Werewolf, and drove my claws into the eye of the monster.

It let out an ear-piercing scream as I dug my claws deeper into its eye, feeling its blood and flesh squish under my nails. I reciprocated with my own roar of rage, clear as day even underwater. The beast came back up above the water, allowing me to breathe. But I didn't let it go back down. Grabbing an arm by the talon, I dug my feet between the bony plates and pulled, straining. Even with my super strength, it was a feat of strength that made my muscles ache and scream in agony. But I didn't give up. I pulled with all my might, letting my anger swell and take over. With a cacophony of really gross and traumatising sounds, I yanked the arm of the monster off, causing it to roar once again in pain.

"Lad, stop!" I heard Tyr yell.

"QUIET, OLD MAN!" I yelled back, fueled and controlled by my anger now. Ripping a talon off the monster's severed arm, I drove it between two plates of bony armour, digging in and wedging it like a crowbar. It would know no mercy. It will know no salvation! I am Death! I would destroy this monster! Driving the claw in, I spurred it in my desired direction, towards Járnland. As we went, I slammed my fist onto the claw, over and over and over, driving it deeper into the skull of the monster. It tried slapping me with its other arm, which was still active, but it only hasten my work, driving the claw deeper into its flesh. Good. It would kill itself before I it.

As it rammed itself onto the mainland, I jumped up and slammed myself onto the muzzle of the monster, causing it to dip and slam against a rock. The bone of its head split, releasing a river of blood onto the red-sand shore. The giant monster made an undignified squeak, fearful as I grabbed the bow of a metal boat nearby. I held it akin to a lance, charging forth as I let out a roaring battlecry of fury. Driving it into the beast's other eye, I nailed it in as hard as I could, twisting and mixing it around in the monster's head.

The feeble thing tried again to attack, but also to run away. As it did so, I retracted my lance of rusted metal and nautical origin, and instead leapt up and drove it down into its jaws, pinning it to the ground.

"This is not who you are, Matt! Stop!" Tyr yelled. In response, I grabbed him off of my bag and threw him against the ground. I would deal with The Traitor later. For now, The Leviathan...it was my focus. As I circled the pinned monster, I looked into its bloodied eye sockets.

"This is what pain is like." I yelled, punching its nose. Not only did I crack the bony armour, I also pushed it back against the lance of metal and mollusks, creating a three-inch rip into its flesh, alongside the talon becoming dislodged. Perfect. I grabbed the talon up, held it like an axe, and began to carve at its flesh. I wasn't sure how long it had been, but I...

I...

I was...covered in blood...and gore. What...What have I done again?

I looked around. Tyr was yelling at me to stop. Kai and Luna were on the beach, looking at me with injuries on their bodies. Had I done them? Had I...hurt them? I looked back, to see the Reaping Death, covered in random slashes and soaked in blood. It was...beheaded, by what looked like hundreds of little cuts made by some object. Its head was missing both eyes, and had been ripped partially in half. The bone plates and their fragments sat on the ground, alongside the massive bow of a ship impaled in the sand.

Had I done this?

What have I done?

"Matt! By The Deities, you are not like this! Do you have any idea what you have done?! What have you done to them?!" Tyr yelled at me, the head laying bruised on one half of his face. Wh...

No. I wasn't a monster, right? I had...Why had I attacked the Reaping Death? Why had I decided to kill it? Wh...

I was angry. I was justified. No, I wasn't. Was I just a big rage machine of a man, waiting to kill everyone and just restraining myself? No, no. It couldn't be. I was trying to avenge Luna. I was looking for an excuse to kill. What...

"Guys, I-"

"Stay back." Kai said, raising his katana at me.

"What? I'm fine now, I just-"

"Matt, you are a danger. What were you doing?! This is not who you are, but maybe it is. Maybe we all misjudged you. After all...You are a Human."

"No, I'm se-"

"Go away, Human. Before we have to kill you."

"WHAT?!" I yelled. No, no, NO! NO! I can't get angry, I can't get angry, I can't get angry. I could hurt them. They can hurt me. They hate me, they hate me. Fuck you Matt! No! I can't get angry. Diplomacy. Repentance. I just have to...I have to apologise...