Kill or Be Killed [Survival Games Fanfic] [ON HOLD]

[18] Uncontrollable

// AntVenom POV //

I kept my gaze fixated on the branch opposite, eyes narrowed. I slowed my breathing to the point where I could hear every soft whisper of wind, no matter how far away. My axe was pulled back over my head at a ninety-degree angle. Every tensed muscle relaxed. Then I swung my arm forward, and the axe propelled itself through the air. It spun and landed directly on the center of the branch I'd been looking at. I went to go retrieve it and try again. By now, the branch had several deep marks in it where I'd been using it was a target.

It was really early. The sun was only just appearing on the horizon, and the sky was still tinted purple. Jordan and Seto had not yet returned. They'd been out for ages. I growled and threw my axe at the ground. It left a deep dent in the wood. I needed to get my anger out somehow. After some thought, I took my axe and began climbing down from the tree in the same method Jordan had used.

It was quiet. It almost felt too quiet. There had to be something around here... Anything... The urge to dig my axe into someone's chest and feel the ribs crack ran through me, making me shiver with tension. The grass flattened under my feet with a soft crunch. I felt a little dizzy, but it just made me even more eager to use my axe.

My thoughts were interrupted by an explosion. A cannon fired, and I heard footsteps. It all sounded so close. I ran further through the trees, intent on hunting down a victim. The trees opened slightly to where there was a deep crater in the ground. Brief bursts of smoke emitted from it's depths, and I could see redstone sprinkled around in the grass. Two people were standing nearby, looking over into the smouldering mess.

"It worked." one of them whispered. His voice was heavy with undetectable accent. His dark brown hair was messy and accompanied by black glasses. The other was younger, with blonde hair that almost reached his chin.

"Maybe we should go, someone will be heading this way." the younger one whispered, looking off into the trees behind him. He had a similar accent. Red clouded my vision, and my grip on my axe tightened. The urge was rippling through me, making me furious. I had to get the anger out, and my opportunity stood before me. Without realizing what I was doing, I rushed out of my cover. Their gazes instantly rose to meet mine, and they both whipped out wooden swords.

I allowed everything but my mind to go limp. I pulled my axe over my shoulder and slowed my breathing. What felt like slow motion actually passed by really quickly. I swung my axe, and it lodged straight into the younger one's chest, sending him flying backwards into the trunk of a tree. He groaned, and tried to dislodge the axe. His team mate stared at him in horror for a moment, frozen in time.

"Simon?" he croaked, as though he couldn't quite believe what was happening. The one on the ground was gasping for breath, but it slowly faded into nothingness. A cannon fired. The other turned to me, snarling. He tossed his glasses aside, and, for a split second, I could have sworn I saw a flicker of red pass through his golden eyes. He ran in my direction, lifting his sword, determined to avenge his dead team mate. I stood still. I could feel the blood pumping through my veins, full of adrenaline. Moments before the wooden sword met my skull, I ducked. He tripped over me, and collapsed to the ground. I took the chance to retrieve my axe. By the time I faced him, he was up in his feet. His sword flew toward me, skimming over my head. I barely dodged it, and plunged my axe in the direction of his stomach. He dropped into a crouch, where he could intercept the axe's blade using his sword's. It was a risky maneuver, one I dared take advantage of. My axe swung round in a chopping motion, and landed right in his throat. He started to cough uncontrollably, and collapsed onto his knees. Scarlet bubbled at his throat as he tried to breathe. All I could do was watch, feeling my rage pouring out of me at the same speed as his blood. I pulled my axe from his throat, and he dropped onto his stomach. A cannon fired.

My anger had been quenched. I began to make my way back, enjoying the way the blood dripped in a neat pattern from my axe blade. I made a mental note to wash it in the pond before I returned to the base. I was brutally aware that the gentle calmness I felt now would be swept away the moment my eyes laid on Seto.