The Seven Deadly Sins

Wrath

My name is Hunter Jezz and I am hot headed. 

Hunter Jezz grew up in a wealthy household. Ever since he was a child he was always coddled. Many tantrums were overlooked. His mischievous behavior often landed him in hot water but because of his family it was often dismissed. When Hunter grew into a young adult he recognized the pattern and took advantage of it. His first kill was a raccoon. He killed it and ripped the tail off. He mounted it in his study. His study had many books about the human body. He would often do tests on animals. These tests result in death for the animal. He aspired to be a scientist. Maybe a doctor. One day he was doing a test when his father walked in. "What is that putrid smell?" He asked. "Goat brain." Hunter responded. His father turned the fan on. "I'll have maid Jenna come and clean after you." His father commented. Hunter waved him off. As told, his father left him alone. Hunter tended to be a loner. He didn't enjoy family activities and he didn't care to make friends. All childhood friends built their own lives. Every friend except one.

One afternoon, there was a knock at the door. Hunter rushed to answer it. When he opened it he was shocked. It was his mother. He hasn't seen her in 2 years. She just left. No note. No call. No letter. She never cared to write back to each of his mails or emails. "Hunter!" His mother exclaimed. He looked at her and walked off. Hunter's father rushed downstairs. They hugged. His father started to ask questions like where did you go? Why did you go? Do you love me still? Hunter didn't want hear it. His mother has lied before. He ran in his room and locked it. He sobbed on his bed for what seemed like an hour. There was knock on his bedroom door. He groaned. "Who's it?" He asked. "Me." A woman's voice called out. His mother. 

Of course. "No." He yelled. The door opened anyway. "Can we talk?" His mother asked. "No." He muttered. She rubbed his back. He rolled away. She sighed. "I didn't mean to hurt you." She confessed. He sat up. Eyes puffy. Cheeks wet. Face red. "You did!" He screamed. "Please don't shout." She warned. That made him mad. He reached in his pocket for his knife he always carried. He slashed her face. Right under her eye. She was shocked. Blood trickled down her face. He smiled. "Why would you do that?" She questioned. "Because I hate you." He said sinisterly. All of a sudden his face felt wet. 

His eyes drooped. His chin dropped. His face melted. His was melting! Only his face. That's so strange. He pinched himself hoping it was all a dream. Alas it wasn't and he died. His face a puddle. He woke up. He was in room. Lying in his bed. His face was intact. There was a knock at the door again. He left to go get it. It was his mother. She smiled when she saw him. "How'd you do that?" He yelled. "Do what?" She asked. She stepped inside. "My face melted and your back at door with your exact stuff." He explained. "I think you missed me so much so you had a dream about me." She expressed. "NO I DIDN'T" He shot back. "Why not?" She asked. "Because I hate you!" He shouted. When he said that he face felt wet again. His face was melting again! Oh no. He was stuck in a loop.