Alec stood over a dying corpse.
Blood ran down his hand as it made a puddle in the floor.
Churning, his stomach did summer salutes.
Death consumed the room, as his best friend fell into its' arms.
Evil flashed through Alec's pastel blue eyes.
Fire coursed through his veins.
Great terror consumed him.
He thought the fire would burn through his skin.
Ideas flooded through his mind, through he still had no idea what to do.
Jason had just been murdered.
Kedge, it was like that.
Like his feet were anchored on the ground.
Most psychopaths wouldn't regret killing anybody.
Not Alec, though.
Others would simply, walk away.
Poor him.
Quietness took over his thoughts.
Remorse, regret, thumped through his heart.
Solemnly, he paced, back and forth, back and forth.
Thinking what to do next.
Uncovering and analyzing, why.
Violence was never like him.
When Alec found out that Jason had replaced his friendship with somebody else
Expressing his anger didn't go so well, though.
Yet, in some way, the act felt good.
Zeal was all that coursed through Alec's veins, all that filled the room, only zeal.