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Chapter 3: Wroth

Chapter 3: Wroth

I finally had control; it’s been too long. I felt no pain, only an unchecked rage that consumed me like a raging fire. I didn’t feel pain, but it does appear that we did sustain some damage from those fools. I am going to kill every last one of them. They are dead.

When I opened my eyes for the first time I was staring at pool of my own blood. Why am I on the ground? I quickly stand up only to be knocked over. I felt the blood in my mouth flow, I look at the perpetrator and I lock on my first target. The Deadman seemed to be amused. I stood up and smiled and growled, “I am going to destroy you, scumbag.”

The bastard laughed and mocked, “You destroy me? Haha, amusing, a human who doesn’t know his place.” He twirled his spear once and charged my way.

My rage manifested into flames that surrounded my being. I felt no heat but I did pump emotion into them. I charge at the slightly surprised idiot. He made a stab at me, though I moved to step aside and the sharp edge grazed down my arm. With that side step, I twisted my body, put all my momentum into punching that worm in the face. Bone gave way to my fist in a satisfying crunch as my face sank through. The little man’s feet came off the floor as I continued the arch of that punch. After a few seconds he landed on floor and he did not move a muscle, not even a twitch. A moment later, his body caught fire and the smell of burnt flesh filled the room along with the sound crackling of fire being the only sound in the room. No one moved an inch, but I wasn’t satisfied yet, I walked over to his body and I began wailing at his pathetic, mush face.

The more I hammered, the more his head was undistinguishable from the rest of the blood soaked floor. I heard a few people approaching, standing back up right I noticed the swordsman and the Warhammer wielder coming at me. I take some of the heat from my arms and condense it into my palms then launched my pure rage from my hands to the swordsman’s chest hurling him into a wall. I look up just in time to catch a falling hammer from crushing me. When I caught the Warhammer, I pushed up and high kicked the pathetic excuse of a man’s chest sending to sit with his friend.

I still had the hammer in hand, brandishing it, I marched over to the insects that lay still against the wall. As I was about to eliminate some pests, but I noticed something sticking out of my arm that wasn’t there a second ago. I look up at the piece of trash that impaled a knife into my arm. I felt my pulse quicken just a bit and flew into a sprint. As I got closer and closer to him, he threw more and more knives at me, getting more frantic each time. I held the hammer above his head and passed judgement upon his empty head.

My mistake, it wasn’t empty at first but it was now. I heard whirling sound then felt something penetrate my back. My fury had grown even larger as I turned and threw the massive hammer, it ripped the annoyance’s body in half. When I looked down to remove the bolt from my back I noticed that there were many knives imbedded in my stomach. My anger hit an all-time high, if I didn’t already kill the maggot that did this to me, he would be a dead man. Plucking out a knife, I look to my right and notice the staff wielder frozen in place.

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I touched the back of my head and pull back my blood stained fingers and then looked at the ant before me as an object of hatred and my flames got hotter, I knew this because the hostages who couldn’t run away were flinching from the heat. I knew he was going nowhere so I casually retrieved the hammer from the earlier corpse and walk over to the ant.

Sizing up this ant, I swing the Warhammer in a low angle shattering both of us shins. As he crumpled to the ground, the ant made the loveliest, blood curdling scream I’ve heard all day. As he lay in pain, screaming, I bring the hammer from a high angle down to his shoulder. Beyond merely breaking, his shoulder was infused into the concrete. I picked up the limp body and I burnt is from all the hatred for him that boiled in my veins.

Remembering the two on the wall, I turn to go and finish taking out the trash. Mid step, I almost tripped due to a hand reaching up and grabbing my ankle. I look down and see the burning hand of a scared Karen. I bent down and I picked up by her wrist, her flesh boiling where my hands touched. She winced in pained as I pulled her near my face, “Watch it girly, I will kill you.”

After the warning, I throw her across the room. She skidded across the floor and came to a halt when she collided with the wall, she then moan in pain once and made no further movements. Satisfied, I turn back to the pests on the other side of the room. It looks like one has gained consciousness, when I began to approach him, he tried to scamper away. I grabbed the miserable rodent by the ankle and lifted him in the air and bashed his body on the ground, next grabbed the broken body by the neck and raised it to eye level. I notice his eyes roll to the back of his head. Not yet. I take him by the skull and smash it against the nearby wall repeatedly until his head fell to pieces in my hands.

As his head crumbled in my hands, I remembered that there were seven morons that barged in, and now I only count six. Five dead, one alive, the other escaped. Oh well, a room full of rats, one is bound to escape. Looking at the last rat, I knelt down beside him as he started to come to. When he noticed me he made a sour face before throwing a punch at me. I caught the fist, of course, and broke his hand immediately.

He let out a scream and cradled his hand, he looked around nervously before noticing his fallen comrades and his dumb face fell. He then gazed upon my smiling face in sheer terror, I jabbed my fist into his face and broke his nose, then his cheek, then blackened an eye. I was about to go another round with his face, then I felt my head bounce off the floor when my head was smashed from the back.

Slowly looking back I saw an older lady in our school’s robes, clearly she was a professor of sorts. The look on her face was grim, like she was looking upon a monster. As I started to get up to face the hag, she brought down her staff over and over again. Until I lost consciousness and everything turned black.