Devastation

12. Rage

One POV:

I wake up after a long nap. It's the evening sky, I can tell. Despite the sky being red, I can see the different shades before it turns black for the night. Opening my jaws wide, beginning to yawn and stretch, I place my paws carefully on my empty chest. Puzzled, I move my hands around even more carefully. My paws only feel my bare belly.

"Simóne?" I ask aloud as a feeling panic begins to set in.

I receive no answer.

I tilt my head up to see if I could possibly just be losing it. Looking at my chest all the way down to my belly, I see nothing but myself. Getting angry now, I sit up snarling, growling as I look around. I roll onto my stomach and push myself up onto all fours, beginning my search. Smelling the air deeply, I catch a small scent of fear and urine. All I do is turn around and I see a charcoal black dilapidated building. Due to my size, I turn my whole body towards that spot and lower my self to where the small smell is coming from. Breathing in deeply again, I catch the faint scent of Simóne and strange foreign scents.

Looking at the building, I listen carefully for any noise inside. It's deathly silent. Getting up quietly, I scout the building. Upon moving to the rear of the building, the thick scent of blood fills my nostrils. My lips curl back, a low growl beginning to build up in my chest. Picking up my paw, I slam it into the corner of the building. The loose concrete and weak metal beams were no match for my strength.

The debris clatters to the ground with heavy thuds. Peering in through the opening, I see bodies of misshapen humans. The smell was putrid, but I'm used to it. Getting impatient I begin to breath in rapidly to gather any type of scent. The scent of Simóne was powerful here and I lose my sense of mind. Roaring angrily, I jump to my feet and grab the building. I feel it begin to crumble, but I don't get it the chance. Twisting my body away from the tall building, the upper half of the building rips clean off and I can see the inside of the building. An ocean of rippling bodies litter the bottom floor, the smell of rot and old flesh fill my nostrils again. Snarling, I throw the rest of the building away from me and reach a hand in the floor of bodies.

Breathing heavily as a bloodlust threatens to take a hold of me at the sight of these bodies from not eating yet, I force myself to focus.

"SIMÓNE?!" I roar with fearful anger.

Plucking the bodies out of the building carefully and discarding them by throwing them on the grown by my feet, I vigorously search for Simóne.

Her scent is getting stronger.

Rushing now, I start flinging bodies from the pile.

I smell her! She has to fucking be there!

Letting out a fearful whine, I part the sea with my paws. Buried under wasn't Simóne, but part of her. Letting out a wail, I grab the severed leg.

It's definitely hers. This leg isn't wrinkled or stinky like the other bodies.

Claws clasping the leg in anguish, I look down at the bodies and still don't see or smell her.

Her scent is gone. All I have is her leg, she must have been eaten.

Seething with rage, I let the bloodlust take me.

"You creatures are mincemeat. I will fucking kill all of you! You hear me!" I yell.

Roaring a feral roar that can be definitely be heard from miles away, I then plunge my face into the bodies. Closing my jaws around the screaming figures, I bite down, popping them like grapes. Beginning to laugh crazily, I continue my assault. Before I know it, I finish off the mutant humans and take my rage out elsewhere. Slamming my closed claws on the ground, I pick up my massive arms and slam them into nearby buildings, obliterating them.

Boom. Crash. Thud.

I continue my rampage. Stomping around angrily, I run into a group of mutants. Not caring whether they were friendlies or not, I grab them with my free hand and toss them in the air. As they come down screaming with fear, I snap my jaws around them. Immediately after, I break into a bipedal sprint and purposefully slam head first into a nearby building. Mouth salivating at the smell of fearful squatters, I force my head through the building and catch them like a net catches small fish. Crushing their bones and swallowing blood like water, I pull my head out of the tall building.

Letting out more thunderous roars, I crush the rest of the building and move to destroy anything else in order to quell my rage.

POV of ???:

The roars could be heard from far away. Just as expected that mutt woke up hours later, all went according to plan. The girl is safe, but beat up very badly. It'll take a long time for her recovery, but I have plans for her. The slamming and thudding sounds like explosions and the mutts deep roars of anger and anguish shake me to the core, but I know I'm safe where I am. My second walks up to me, shaking from the noise and I don't blame him. Turning, I place my claw on his shoulder and I feel him quiver under my grasp.

"You did vell my zecond." I say.

My second turns his head from me to hide with embarrassment, despite him not having a face. The roars and booming don't stop for a long time. Squeezing the bony shoulder lightly, he turns his face to me.

"Go check on zhe girl. Get zhe equipment ready and make sure zhe place is spick and span!" I command.

My second bows his head quickly and then turns to walk away. The back of his body was as white as the front of him, he looks no different from the day my experiment was finally successful. His skin never changed either, he could stand out in the sun and not change whatsoever.

His body is also resilient and tough so that he doesn't have to move for hours when I send him on a scouting mission. Like a mannequin, I thought for a while. Grinning to myself I look at him as he was about to disappear around the corner. His walk was stiff, but the quick yet total lack of movement almost made it appear like you had seen a ghost, not a single sound was made. Just like I trained him.

The roars let on relentlessly and I retire to my quarters for the night. Snuggling up in my nest of humans, I lean into them like a king on his throne. My bare stomach is exposed, but I know nothing will happen to me. Yawning, I cross my arms over my chest and close my eyes. Listening to the roars, a twisted smile cracks on my lips as the angry cries call out in suffering.

In my head I hear the words the roars speak, but it's hard to pay attention with the current noise of these humans thoughts buzzing about with fear. Chuckling quietly, I slowly drift off, the bustle of noise slowly dimming down as I lose consciousness.