No one moved except for the remnants of Gale's small group, they ran. My heart pounded and I was covered in a film of sweat, all a result of the spikes of pain I had been going through. I felt, ALIVE!

The monstrous voice of the fat-fuck assailed the unmoving crowd, "He's just one person! He would have died twice over already if not for those vials of his, so what are you scared of? Kill him!"

"How the hell are we supposed to kill him when you can't!"

"You're the one who wants to kill him, we just want Veronica!"

"Yeah, that dude's fucking crazy!"

The fat-fuck became inraged at the people berating him from a safe distance. Unable to stand on both legs now, he began to hop towards his criticizers.

Perfect. All eyes on him. I was in a full sprint before I knew it, I had one goal and one drive... Kill. Of course of few people noticed me, but by that time it was too late. The slaughter had begun. Though my body ached and the screams hurt my ears, it felt so good. This is what life is. This feeling. It's everything.

It didn't matter if I snapped their necks, strangled them, or sliced their throat open. The rush came! My arms got heavier, but the rush came. My legs shook, but the rush came. My breath easily escaped me but the rush came! So much blood coated my pain-knife that whatever effect it had was long washed away. I tore through them like Christmas presents and was always happy to see their insides revealed.

My euphoria came crashing down. Why are they so spread out? No, they've just thinned out. I used the reach of my whip to pull them closer, but soon enough there weren't any more to pull.

My legs collapsed in the sea of bodies. Scanning the area I saw the fat-fucks body lying face down. I didn't remember killing him so the ones he was attacking must have done him in. Actually, a lot of the bodies lying around had wounds that weren't from me. These idiots, in their panic of trying to kill me they had ended up killing almost as many as I had. If they had paid attention the fun would have lasted longer!

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Looking down I saw a spike of some sort in my side. Pulling it out I reached for another vial, my body almost unresponsive at that point. Reaching in the almost empty pocket I pulled out and swallowed one in a fluid motion.

Wait... almost empty? Feeling in my pocket I felt the three remaining vials. I hadn't been able to keep track of the vial count while I was playing, but I didn't think I had used that many!

Now, where did that bitch go?

I stood up before quickly dropping to the ground. Picking myself up I tried again, and again, and again. My body shook every time my heart thumped. My lungs must have been leaking because I couldn't get enough oxygen.

"I must say you impressed me with that. Even if they were just a bunch of kids with issues, you killed all of them. Not counting the ones who ran."

"There you are. Now, take me to this Commander." I held myself up on all fours because that was the only position I was sure I wasn't going to fall over in.

"I don't think you're in any position to tell me anything!"

Stupid, "You still think I can't kill you!"

"Oh, I have no doubt you could, but I just watched you tried to stand so I'm pretty confident in your lack of ability right now. But, I will take you to him." She walked over the the fat-fucks large corpse. Whap! Whap! Whap! She was kicking it in the head with everything she had. The reason why revealing itself with the loud grumble that came from it. "Wake up tubby, I can't carry this block of muscle by myself."

"Just let me sleep!"

"You're the one who quadrupled his size without thinking! What? Were you just trying to look cool or something! Now drink this dumbass!" She poured one of my vials into his mouth.

"When did you..."

"You dropped it so it's fair game."

The large body's Achilles tendon reconnected while his body shrunk back to its normal size. "What the hell did you do to me woman, I'm more exhausted now!"

"Well, you better get the fuck over it and carry that guy for me."

"Dammit, you know the Commander isn't going to be happy about all these dead fucks." He spoke while walking towards me.

Her voice came over his shoulder as he doubled in size and picked me up under his arm. "Like the Commander gives a fuck about them. He wants Veronica and I'm certain this guy knows where she is."

I fought against his inhuman hold around me but the thing that gave out was my consciousness.

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