Stop the Riot (Open)
Sora was mad. No, not just mad. Sora was furious. His hurt, his grief, his betrayal all wound up and up and up until it was razor sharp. That old thirst for revenge awakened anew. Fire in his veins, lightning on his fingertips, he almost felt invigorated. Invincible. But he knew that was a lie. Because the one he hated, the one that had incurred his wrath was sitting back at the house, sitting calmly, with that infuriating, uncaring posture. And Sora knew he didn't stand a chance against him. Because he had already tried.
So he left. Because he knew if he attacked, he'd only get himself killed.
He left. Because if he would have any chance of justice, it wouldn't be in that house.
He left. Because if he wanted a chance for revenge, he'd have to get stronger.
Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out the sunglasses he had gotten in order to hide his eyes from strangers. Good thing too. Glowing red was even more noticeable than amber-yellow. Then he broke into a run. He hadn't truly "run" for a long while. But instead of fists flying, he let his feet fly. He had to get away from people, away from civilization where he could get people hurt. For once the sound of people's hearts did not tempt him, he did not so much as glance at their necks for a sip. Right now his own rage blinded him to their allure.
No. Right now he needed power and control. And he'd find it. One way or another.
