Darkwood: Circus Inferno

The Final Straw

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The streets of the town were eerily quiet as Onyx stormed through them, his heart pounding with a mix of rage and despair. The laughter and chatter of the evening seemed distant and foreign to him as he focused solely on finding Travis, the tormentor behind the cruel post.

Onyx’s steps were heavy and purposeful, each stride fueled by a growing storm within him. His thoughts were a whirlpool of anger, pain, and the need for retribution. The world around him felt blurred, his vision narrowed to a single, consuming goal: confronting Travis.

He made his way to the neighborhood where Travis lived, a place that was all too familiar. Onyx had grown up in this area, and every corner seemed to echo with memories of his past. But tonight, those memories were overshadowed by the intensity of his current emotions.

As he reached Travis’s house, a small, run-down building on the outskirts of town, Onyx’s breathing grew ragged. The anger that had simmered all day was now a roaring inferno, driving him forward.

Onyx approached the front door, fists clenched at his sides. The familiar, ugly sense of injustice that had plagued him ever since Gerald’s death now surged to the surface. Without bothering to knock, Onyx shoved the door open.

Inside, Travis was lounging on the couch, engrossed in a video game. The sound of Onyx’s intrusion made him look up, and his expression shifted from confusion to surprise and then to a smirk as he recognized Onyx.

“Well, well, look who’s here,” Travis said, his tone dripping with mockery. “Didn’t think you’d have the guts to come here. What’s the matter? Did someone finally take your deadbeat dad’s place?”

The insult was like a slap in the face, and Onyx’s vision turned red. His body trembled with the force of his emotions as he stepped closer, his voice low and dangerous. “You think it’s funny? You think making fun of my father’s death is something to laugh about?”

Travis’s smirk faltered slightly, but he quickly recovered, leaning back with a cocky grin. “Oh, come on. It was just a joke. You’re too sensitive. Maybe you need to lighten up.”

Onyx took another step forward, his eyes blazing with fury. “A joke? You have no idea what you’re talking about. This isn’t just about me. It’s about respect. It’s about not being a heartless jerk.”

The room grew tense, the air thick with Onyx’s anger. Travis’s bravado began to waver as he saw the depth of Onyx’s fury. “Hey, man, I didn’t mean to—”

But Onyx was beyond reason. His grief and rage had reached a boiling point, and he felt as if he were on the edge of losing control completely. “You crossed a line. And now, you’re going to pay for it.”

With a sudden burst of aggression, Onyx lunged at Travis, grabbing him by the collar and shoving him against the wall. Travis’s eyes widened in fear as Onyx’s face twisted with anger.

“Maybe your deadbeat parents can find something to replace all this,” Onyx spat, his voice cold and filled with venom. He swept his gaze around the room, seeing the mess of Travis’s belongings. In a fit of rage, he began to destroy some of Travis’s things—knocking over furniture, smashing a lamp, and tearing at posters on the walls.

Travis scrambled to get away, shouting, “Stop it! You’re crazy! Someone help me!”

The commotion had drawn the attention of Onyx’s friends, who arrived just in time to see the chaos. Riggs, Wei, Xul, and the others stood outside, watching with a mixture of shock and concern as Onyx continued to vent his fury.