I stared at him. Emotionless. He had just explained the whole story of what had happened. About how I had this disease, about how my mother cheated on Adam. About how they separated me and my brother. Why? That's the question I wanted to ask him. But nothing came out. Absolutely nothing.
"Hey Reaper, we should get going. Don't wanna be late for your moms dinner...." Someone suggested. I didn't bother figuring out who it was. Anger was flowing- no....it was crashing everywhere inside me.
The anger I felt for years all because of some stupid fling my mother decided to have. I would have never had to suffer if it wasn't for their stupidity. Oh how I wanted to scream and cry there. How I wanted to just tear their flesh apart, and see how much I could make them suffer before they died.
So that's exactly what I did. I jumped towards him and teared his flesh apart, ignored the violent shouts of my so called 'friends'. His screams were oh so satisfying.
Have you ever laughed at a little kid fall? That's exactly what I felt at this moment. A man much older than me suffering at the hands of me. Yet so little as soon as you rip out his veins and such. So much screaming and suffering just because of some shredding.
