Upon entering, I found a severely injured Trix, covered with blood. Blood boiled beneath my white, ice-cold skin. "Who the hell did this to you!?", I asked her, rage clear in my voice. "Rohan, Robert, John, Joe and Markus", she replied; meekly. "Got it", I said before I dashed out to find the five little, adolescent flakers who got into my nerves today.
I searched for those filthy humans for almost an hour right now and I still couldn't find them. Once they mess with me, they don't get to survive. I will make them lead a life of hell, even if they beg for forgiveness. I don't have the habit of giving people second chances.
After searching for a while, I heard a loud shriek. And then, a wicked crackle. Without wasting much time, I charged foward and barged through the huge door to figure out what was going on.
