Hatred

Chapter VI

As I called and searched, I could feel adrenaline rushing, I was scared, really scared. I needed to keep calm. I cautiously made my way into the other rooms in the building, keeping all my senses focused and keen. As I approached the back of the building, I began to hear loud grunts and muffled screams echoing quietly from one of the screen rooms. I removed the knife from my pocket and crept towards the direction of the sound, blood pumping, desiring to kill. No one touches my Jennifer. I approached the door where the screams echoed loudest from, and I slowly turned the handle on the door. My eyes quickly dilated to adjust to the darkness of the theatre and from the walkway entrance I could see a group of six bikers around a figure on the ground, obviously Jennifer. They were touching and groping her, trying to removing her clothes, and she was screaming through her gag, squirming in her binds. Thats when I noticed the back of the bikers vest, it had words and a picture imprinted on it.... It said Desperautos. I felt my eye begin to twitch, and my limbs started shaking. I was literally losing it, this completely destroyed my psyche and I could feel absolutely nothing. In a blind rage I charged the group of bikers with my knife drawn. I vowed to kill these sons of bitches the first day I'd heard of them. One of them turned and saw me, alerting the others, but I didn't care. I rammed the first biker, violently and repeatedly stabbing him in the back until he dropped dead. Another one of them grabbed me by my jacket and threw me off the dead biker. I yelled and pounced back at his legs, hammering into them and breaking one of his knees back inwards, he screamed and collapsed. I stabbed his crotch and he moaned in agony, I jumped on his chest and slit open his throat, the warm blood gushing onto my hands revved me up. The bikers charged me in a group and I dove through them to Jen, I quickly sliced her binds, and screamed for her to leave, she had tears streaking her face and tried to resist but I pushed her away and screamed at her again. She turned and ran out the door as I was roughly grabbed from behind and socked in the back of the head.

I awoke to a sharp pain in my head, pounding. My left eye stung as it usually did, but not near as intense, the darkness of the room helped lessen the strain. As the stinging subsided and my eyes dilated I found myself to be in the same room, tied to a theatre seat. Trying not to panic I analyzed my situation, it was obvious I was gagged, and my hands were tied behind the seat with what felt like paracord. I looked toward the door to see the remaining few of the Desperautos; four more. They needed to die. It's all I could think about, their bodies, lifeless, at my hands. Then, one of the bikers noticed me staring at them,  they knew I was awake. He started towards me, followed by the other three, with rage in their eyes, I could feel the anger in the air. It weighted down on all of us; my raw, emotionless hate and bloodlust, their fiery anger and evil desire. We wanted each other dead, but what were the odds I'd win? Four to one, I had no chance, I wanted to give up, maybe I should've. But I didn't, I couldn't. The first punch hit me out of my daze like a ton of bricks, then the second, and the third. I felt blood begin to trickle from my nose, I was helpless. Another hit, followed by another, the pounding seemed never ending. My face was swelling, I was hurting, but no tears came; I didn't cry. I never have, I never will. I saw no hope for myself, nothing to save me, to help me, to free me. As the reality of my situation set in, I fell into a mental state of hopelessness. The bikers were yelling at me; obscenities, questions, remarks. But I couldn't hear them, they simply flowed past my ears. I didn't like this, I didn't want it. Ever since my first kill, I've felt powerful, and free; free from my weakness and everything that held me down. But now, now I didn't know anymore; I began accepting my fate, and stopped fighting my passivity. I gave up. I couldn't feel the punches anymore, I was numb once again, my hollow self returning to my body. 

        Although, for some reason, I glanced up. And I saw her, Jen, peering in the doorway. I had saved her, I sacrificed myself for her safety; and she'd returned for me. With a final glimmer of hope, my thoughts cleared, my body tensed, and I looked up at the biker currently throwing punches. I looked him dead in the eye, and he spit on my face before throwing another punch; all I did was grin, but the blood was pumping through my veins at a rate like never before. Every cell in my body screamed at me to get out of the chair, and slaughter. Against all odds I pulled on the cord holding me, and forced one of my hands from the binding, letting me loose. I pounced onto the body of the biker, and grabbed him by the hair, tearing it from his scalp in large clumps. I had myself wrapped around his body with a vice grip, and while he attempted to pound me off, I held tight. I extended my foot and kicked him in the stomach, he crippled and my body's counterweight threw him off balance as he fell. He launched a punch at me and landed it square on my nose, I heard a loud crack and a short surge of pain throughout my face, distracting me as blood began to flow again; and he was able to push me off. While he attempted to regain his stance, I grabbed him by the neck and pulled his face towards me, biting his nose and clenching it in my mouth. He yelled and I bit down harder, feeling his cartilage grind in my teeth as I tore away, taking a large portion of his nose with me as I tumbled backward. He screamed and began to curse loudly as he brought his hand to his face and held it over the bloody stump that remained. I spat out a foul tasting hunk of cartilage and flesh and ran for the biker again, only to be grabbed from behind by one of the skinnier bikers, who's grip was not as tight on me. I kicked backwards directly into his groin and he yelped, dropping to the floor and releasing me. With no hesitation I sprinted towards the noseless one who was still on the ground, and grabbed him by the hair. I relentlessly battered his head against the solid theatre floor until his body ceased movement and went limp. I was quickly attacked again by one of the other bikers, and as I jumped to evade him, I heard a cry from behind me and a familiar thud. I looked to see Jen had smashed in the skull of the skinny biker with the bat, and was now being attacked by another; she could take care of herself, I had my own problem right now. The biker currently coming at me was a behemoth of a man, he looked like he could snap me in half with his bare hands, and I'm sure he was planning on it. I couldn't defend myself against him and his massive bulk, I needed something to attack him other than my fists. My knife. Where was it? I quickly scanned the floor of the theatre and noticed it laying on the ground by the doorway. I bolted for it, but was rammed against from the back, sending me sprawling forward onto the ground; only a few feet out of reach. I scrambled as quickly as I could manage, and as my fingertips brushed the handle I felt an iron grip wrap around my ankle and hoist me up, only to swing my into the doors. I collided with them and dropped to the floor, dazed and in pain, I had an intense burning in my left arm and my vision was growing spotty. However the blade was now within reached, and I snatched it up as the goliath charged me again. Thrusting the blade forward with my right arm, I felt the blade penetrate his skin while he laid out another punch on me. He gasped and pulled the knife from himself, throwing it across the room. My head throbbed and a heavy stream of blood drained from my nostrils. I made every attempt to avoid his attacks but to no avail. I was cornered and defenseless and the punches reigned in full throttle; the knife doing minimal damage to my attacker. Another punch and my vision faded to black, the pain so intense it was numbing. The giant delivered a final punch and I hit the ground. Leaving consciousness behind and drifting to somewhere safe, somewhere in my head.