Keith felt the vibrations that rippled trough the gun he was holding, the noise echoing in the room.
He fired –once, twice, again and again and again. Repetitive motions; unending. He felt the hot anger melting over his mind like fiery lava.
How dare they.
He watched the blood spill, the bodies hit the floor, the screams and wails and words they yelled in vain as they were stuck down seemed almost funny –hilarious even, to him it seemed. He almost laughed.
"They fucking deserved it," something in his mind seemed to whisper. "All of them. They all deserve to be dead."
His face was dark, eyes cold and grim.
He didn't fire for a long heartbeat.
They deserve it.
He fired, again and again, until they were limp, blasted to goreish pieces of skin on the cold floor.
Everything seemed blurred, each action stitched into the other.
The noises he had heard were muffled, he had paid no attention to the screams that seemed so quiet in his mind.
He forced himself to tear his gaze from his doings, he should stay of task. He was here for Lance.
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Woop-dee-doo.
So, thats that. I appoligize for the lack of consistency in chapters, I'm working on it.
I'm not the proudest of this chapter, actually. It didn't give a physical description of anything, that I regret, but I still might want to keep it.
What I'm trying to get to, is that that chapter is not permanent. If I decide to change it, I'll let you know, but for now, have peace in knowing that Lance is saved, but not entirely happy to be back. Or don't. You do you babes.
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