Driven to Murder

Prologue

             After a fight between someone he cares about, he takes a stroll through the woods, to clear his mind and calm down. In his mind he thought;

'Why is she upset with me?'

'Why does she hate me now?'

            He keeps walking, and those questions keep swirling through his mind like a hurricane on the verge of destruction. He suddenly heard the caws of crows nearby, and his head snaps to the direction of the cawing crows, he wonders; 'What could have the crows startled?' With that question now in his mind, he almost didn't realize he was about to walk right into a deep lake. He stopped his foot from touching the icy water, but something then caught his eye. He stared at his reflection in the water, and there were clouds slowly, uncovering the red moon. He then looked up into the sky, and he saw the red moon. It was red as human blood, and that was what made it odd to see a moon, such as that..

            The more he thought about human blood or just blood in general, the more it seemed to become more and more red. Almost like his thoughts were making the moon change and darken. It must have been just his eyes or- well his optics. He ignored the blood moon, and walked back to where the road was. Which was deserted. He shifted to another form and drove off.

(An hour later)

            He wasn't close to where he and his comrades thrive and hide in plain sight. He felt a strange feeling like he was low in energy, or well- energon. He ignored said feeling and kept pressing on, but as he kept going the feeling kept getting stronger and less tolerable. It was getting to the point where he had to stop, shift to his bipedal form and search for a mine with energon.

            After searching for another hour, he found an abandoned mine that still had a few energon scraps left in it. He found two large crystals, the size of his head. Luckily he had a little device that would purify, and liquify the energon.

            A half hour later, he was liquefying the second crystal. He suddenly picked up a sent that made his metal face contort to a frown. He looked up, and and a few yards away was a deer. It was missing clumps of meat, some of its ribs were showing and there were deep gashes in its neck. The deer's fur was stained with its own blood, and even there were little puddles of blood all over the place. It pained him to an animal so battered and torn, even dead. The scent was practically poking and prodding at his sensors. It's like it was begging him to taste the deer's blood and flesh.

            In his mind, something told him to try it, see if it will suffice his need for sustenance. He found himself slowly moving over to the deer and leaning down to taste it. He suddenly realized back, not wanting to inflict any more harm to already dead deer.

He told himself, "No.. I won't harm it. I won't harm it, any more."

            Instead of harming the deceased deer, he buried it. In hopes that it will go to a better place. He had succeeded on resisting to taste the deer's flesh,  but  that resistance may not last long.  

'I must resist this new urge'

            

            Within all of us there are feral instincts, and all that is needed is a spark to snap us into those instincts. Those deadly, fearful, instincts...