Fury

Snapping

  Waiting to strike for the last time was difficult.

   Dreams of flames and fire plagued Jaxion during the nighttime, and in the day, he couldn't focus on reading or petting Shade. The words on his page would swirl around on the paper, fuzzing up his head as he had to put it away again. Cooking helped, but the ingredients were starting to taste bland and boring, no matter how many spices he threw on his dish.

   The anxiety Shade has been holding in since the first heist was growing stronger and stronger, and she had lots of trouble not letting Jaxion know what she was thinking. She wagged her tail just that extra bit to try and convince Jaxion she was alright, but he still eyed her with emotions she couldn't place from time to time.

   It took him three more days to snap.

   "That's it!" he exclaimed as he slammed his book closed on one afternoon, feeling completely fed up with his fantasies. "I can wait no longer! I shall do it. Tonight!"

   Shade whimpered, jumping slightly at the suddenness of his movements and words. He looked down at her, standing apprehensive in her large, gray bed next to the chair. He sighed, thinking for a few moments. "Shade, you shall stay here for this last one. I am going to bring the crystals down to the basement, then head back to finally set the place on fire! We'll have our revenge by the time the sun's rays hit the top of our home!"

   He grinned, laughing maniacally as Shade whimpered silently, her ears against her head. She laid back down, staring at the ground as Jaxion detailed his plan to her, detailed how he was going to steal the last of the bank's wealth, how he was going to burn the place, how he was going to murder his superiors with fire and bloody, bloody wounds.