Kill
In all the time he’d been throwing parties, he’d been dosed a handful of times. Ecstasty and MDMA, even acid on occasion. But this was nothing like those. Alls he felt was uncontrolled and untamed rage at everyone and everything and he couldn’t calm down for the life of him. It had caused a mass riot in the middle of the dance floor as he swung at anyone and anything that got in his way. Not aware of anything he was doing, he battled his way through friends, enemies. Familiar faces, and complete strangers. And it wasn’t long before people who loved him were making moves to stop him. A voice nearly broke through his rage. It was soothing, like a splash of cold water to over heated skin. And then she was in front of him, palms to his shoulders as he stood shaking. “Dylan, listen to me. It’s okay, everything is okay. Just breathe…. Breathe with me.” He tried. Hard as he could muster, he tried to take in even breaths, closing his eyes as his hands made their way to her own shoulders. The haze of red being only momentarily muddled before someone grabbed his shoulder and blue eyes shot open, an icy blue in place. He let go of her spinning around to grab the uninvited touch by the throat, slamming the face of the unknown teen into one of the beams repeatedly. Bones crunched, and pleas soon became bubbled gasps for air, cutting off the ability to breathe as their trachea filled slowly with their own blood. Finally he let the body go, dropping him to the floor as though he were nothing. Droplets of blood coated Dylan’s skin as he panted for breath, red still the only visible color to him, wiping his face with a blood soaked hand, leaving him looking more dangerous than he had a second ago, his skin flushed and hot. A hand touched him again, and the unwarranted grazing of skin on skin had him turning on yet another perpetrator. Swinging them into his grasp like a rag doll, he grabbed the chin and spun the head on the body as quickly as he could, hearing the loud and unmistakeable “Snap”. A head of blonde hair hit the ground in front of him, a casualty of an overdose on PCP. And in this drug induced madness, he could care less that he’d just become responsible for mudering Amelie Woods, moving on to the next face in his line of vision.
