#raineytrolls

Something was different about this encounter. They were usually afraid of you, but this one… they just stared. You swore you could see a smile on their face as they looked right into your eyes. It was almost like they could see through you, your façade, your mask of anger… and that was not mother fucking tolerated.

As you took your free, prosthetic hand and unsheathed your static-filled claws, you felt something throbbing inside you. Something sharp and painful, though you were not stabbed. Your heart started to rapidly beat, your body feeling every uncomfortably strong throb throughout. This was not the rapid heart beating you would get from normal adrenaline, from a normal murder thrill. This was different, this was not okay, this was wrong.

The sensation made you freeze, your body trembling as pins needles spread throughout your body. You felt hot enough that you were sweating, and your breathing started to lose its heaviness and become rapid and shallow.

A flashback started to play in your head, causing your eyes to become vacant and glossy.

No.

Not now.

Not in front of someone.

No

no

no

nonononononononononononononononono

Your eyes went from orange to a bright red as the scene replayed in your head. How helpless you were. How they could see right through you. How they did not care. They did not care. They did not care.

They never do.

They never do.

They never fucking do.

You let out a loud, throat-shredding scream of agony. You wasted no time. No reveling in their pain, no laughing at their screams, nothing. Nothing. Nothing.

Nothing.

Your claws ran deep into their flesh, shredding their clothing and immediately painting it the color of their blood. Their intestines made a disgusting splat noise as they emptied themselves from their former home, spilling viscously all over your shoes. The amount of blood they were losing was rapid; they would be gone in minutes. However, you were going to make that seconds.

You grabbed their face and pulled it away from the wall… before thrusting your arm back. Hard. You heard a loud, unsettling crack, like a large egg. You repeated this action.

Again.

And again.

And again.

And again and againandagainandagain

Until they were nothing. Like they always were.

You did not even notice your surroundings. Sounds were muffled, your vision heavily blurred by tears and dissociation. You let go of the corpse, letting it land in front of you;