02-03-2015, 10:29 AM
The flicker of impotent anger seemed to stoke into a rage within moments, as if fanned by the slight chill breeze in the air. He ground his teeth in frustration. He felt trapped, hunted even. A growl escaped from his throat. He was no prey. A memory flashed to mind, hiding behind the door in an abandoned building as the other gang hunted him and Vlad for some stupid shit or another. They'd been causing some trouble outside their territory. The adrenaline pumped through his veins with each heartbeat, beat in time to their echoed steps, first in the excitement and then, gradually, shame and anger. No one hunts me! floated up from deep in his heart, a feeling beyond words.
HIS prey stupidly crept closer and closer, his hands feeling the rough cement of the cinder block as if he had eyes in his finger and palms, the chalky jagged surface nearly visible to him in the dark. Closer they crept, whispers clear and the sound of his heart thundered in his chest with anticipation, the same as when he was with a girl and was about to take her for the first time, the slow dance and reveal, closer and closer. He licked his lips as the face appeared around the corner and he struck, the satisfying tchunk traveling up his arm.
The room had been set on fire as the other five guys reacted to their attack, but he was an animal and they had wandered into his lair. Their faces flashed through his mind, the surprise and rage. He didn't feel the blows that had left heavy bruises and cuts for later. And it didn't matter. Chick's digged scars anyway. The whole fight had been one big orgiastic release.
He'd only taken a step or two from the storefront for the whole memory to sweep over him, but his nostrils flared as if he could still smell the blood and dust and chalk in the room. He was being hunted again. He clenched and unclenched hist fists, cracked his neck, shoulders going back slightly, and glared from face to face searching. First at Kallistis? Then GUM? Paranoid? Maybe. He didn't care. He had good instincts. If he was being hunted, they would find out who was the hunter and who the prey.
He caught a pretty woman looking at at him, but when he focused on her she suddenly turned to the man that materialized behind her. He stopped dead. Ohh....so that's the game huh? Use a girl so I won't notice? The man with her was big but that never mattered. Big dumb ape.
His heart beat harder and he prayed and seized the power, felt its crushing fury course through his veins and he dominated it, bent it to his will. He'd never channeled this angry before. Even with Boris, crushing his heart, it had been a game. And then he smiled. This was a game too. Everything around him came into sharp focus, every scent, every color, every sound impinged on his mind and spirit, somehow inflaming the fire that already burned in him. He stalked toward the couple.
Nobody hunted him. They only thought they did.
HIS prey stupidly crept closer and closer, his hands feeling the rough cement of the cinder block as if he had eyes in his finger and palms, the chalky jagged surface nearly visible to him in the dark. Closer they crept, whispers clear and the sound of his heart thundered in his chest with anticipation, the same as when he was with a girl and was about to take her for the first time, the slow dance and reveal, closer and closer. He licked his lips as the face appeared around the corner and he struck, the satisfying tchunk traveling up his arm.
The room had been set on fire as the other five guys reacted to their attack, but he was an animal and they had wandered into his lair. Their faces flashed through his mind, the surprise and rage. He didn't feel the blows that had left heavy bruises and cuts for later. And it didn't matter. Chick's digged scars anyway. The whole fight had been one big orgiastic release.
He'd only taken a step or two from the storefront for the whole memory to sweep over him, but his nostrils flared as if he could still smell the blood and dust and chalk in the room. He was being hunted again. He clenched and unclenched hist fists, cracked his neck, shoulders going back slightly, and glared from face to face searching. First at Kallistis? Then GUM? Paranoid? Maybe. He didn't care. He had good instincts. If he was being hunted, they would find out who was the hunter and who the prey.
He caught a pretty woman looking at at him, but when he focused on her she suddenly turned to the man that materialized behind her. He stopped dead. Ohh....so that's the game huh? Use a girl so I won't notice? The man with her was big but that never mattered. Big dumb ape.
His heart beat harder and he prayed and seized the power, felt its crushing fury course through his veins and he dominated it, bent it to his will. He'd never channeled this angry before. Even with Boris, crushing his heart, it had been a game. And then he smiled. This was a game too. Everything around him came into sharp focus, every scent, every color, every sound impinged on his mind and spirit, somehow inflaming the fire that already burned in him. He stalked toward the couple.
Nobody hunted him. They only thought they did.