I didn’t care anymore. My friends were dead… and 'Jack' did it… I had decided to kill him in the most violent way I could… “What, are you all out of your… what did you call it… Oh yeah, ‘Determination’?” Jack said, which only made it much easier to see him as a living room rug.
“No…” I said, as infuriated sounding as an inferno looks angry. I got up and looked him, my irises turning pure red as a surge of anger went through me with every word either of us spoke.
“Oh, so you’re angry now?”
“You’re going to die.” I said plainly.
“Oh, so let’s see then…” Jack said, diving forward, clenching his fist as tightly as possible. What he didn’t know was that I didn’t care anymore about any damage down to us or the room around us. The second he got close enough, I grabbed his face, stopping him instantly. I slammed him into the ground, not once, but a thousand times (or at least it seemed to be a thousand), with as much force and speed as possible. When I stopped, I looked at him, grabbed his arms, and ripped them both off.
“You’re a monster! This is why we contained you-AAAAAHHH!!!” Jack attempted to say, screaming in terror as I began to tear off his legs. I didn’t hear the rest of what crap he had to say because I began ripping him into nothingness. After I was finished, I just sat there. I wasn’t angry, nor was I sad; I just didn’t give a crap about anything anymore. I sat in silence for an entire minute, covered in blood, until I smelled about three people behind me,
“Ben? Are you okay?” Dan said, slight worry in his voice. I turned around to see Dan, Wolf, and Aida standing there, perfectly fine. I smiled at my best friend and said:
“I am now.”
“Good,” he said, “now on to more pressing matters: I have a really bad crick in my neck.” I laughed. It was all I could do. It was all I wanted to do.
(This is my first little poke at doing something on this website. I'm planning to write more onto this, unless I did something wrong and this little poke gets its pinky torn off)
