laying low was hard. the tensions and frustrations were building up fast. the bloodlust muddied his brain. he was confined to such a small space-- his condo lost, his identity was compromised, he had a suspect of a sister who looked at him differently, and no real grasp of reality anymore. Ā how could he jump back into his life of luxury, debauchery, and murder without the threat of being taken again? and if they took him again? would it be so bad?
if he werenāt taken off guard, with the knowledge he had, couldnāt he have a fighting chance? was that stupid logic? or was it survivor logic? and what was stopping him from entering the Sector of Humanity and mutilating each and every one of them just as they did him?
the rage threatened to bubble over, the anxiousness to do something-- anything for revenge infected the mind. it was only due time before he released these tensions.
living with four people-- four of the most important people in his life, however made it hard to lie, hard to cover his tracks, and hard to slip out with so much as an excuse.
the gym bag heād carried would still have a weapon, just in case he couldnāt get all of his frustrations on the gym bag, and his eyes continued to leer towards that thirst after each and every hard punch. the sight of blood anyoneās blood would have quenched any ache in the throat. as he began to only see more red.
they say the gym helps with relieving the stress-- it only made his worse. it only heightened this fear and paranoia that he tried to push back and it only deepened the ghostlike pains of the trauma he felt. so when the gym door opened behind him, the fist went flying to the person who interrupted him. it was a reflex reaction. it wasnāt meant forāā
@songminixā || a kiss with a fist is better than none
and the moment heād realized what heād done, there were instantaneous steps backwards, as if heād taken the brunt of the blow. his eyes flew wide open in surprise. he threw his hands up in surrender. and in all honesty, he was ready for her retaliation. having seen what she could do to a man. the only words he could muster were, āOh... no.ā as he continued to cower backwards. the sight of blood not at all gaining the reaction heād thought.Ā














