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pisseddidnât even come close to describing michael. he felt anger  like  no  other.  it  hadnâtboiled up inside of him until the metaphorical pot overheated and overflooded. no. ithad exploded. michaelâs rage wasnât fire ; it was lava, and  it  was  burning,  searingand murdering whoever came in his path,  whoever tried to stop him. because rightnow?  michael couldnât be stopped. he wouldnât be. not when these fuckers had raycaptive,  not when they threatened one of the crewâs own  -  one of  michaelâs own  - and thought they could get away with it, smug faces speaking of victory.
well,michael was here to take their victory, and c r u s h it.  mangle it until it was completelyand utterly recognizable â just like their faces, and just like other important, far smallerparts of them. ( they had balls, kidnapping ray and gloating about it to the crewâs faces.to  michaelâs face.  that much michael had to admit.  but  after michael was done withthem? they wouldnât have any balls left. heâd make sure of that. )
it honestlywasnât that difficult,  finding ray.  twisting his knife into one of the menâs guts and slicingup until the manâs insides spilled out on the floor was easy. shooting a manâs eyes outwith his gun hadnât taken more than a  second  to  think  about.  and  breaking  their  socalled leaderâs bones,  one by one,  while he begged and screamed for his life until hegave  up,  gave  rayâs  location  away?  had  taken  no  time  to  consider.  there  was  no hesitation  in  michaelâs  thoughts,  no  falter  in  his  movement  when  he  put  a  bullet through the manâs head after, either.
â ray.ray. hey, fuckhead. wake the fuck up.i  know  youâre  awake.   fuck.  theseassholes  really  did  a  number  on you âŚÂ â
clenchinghis fists, michael regretted killing all of them so quickly. because the fury was back,and it demanded compensation.  it demanded these fuckers blood on his gun andon his hands,  his face.  they needed to pay,  and going out so easily â  it  was justunacceptable.  but they were dead now, and ray was alive.  and michael worked onuntying ray from the chair to get his friend out of there as quickly as possible.
