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I grabbed him by his frail human neck and jerked him violently up off the ground, shoving him bodily into the brick wall and pinning him there with my weight. He stared back at me defiantly, but I could hear, smell, see, and feel his heart racing under his ribcage.
I growled long and low, my face a hair's breadth away from his. A primitive, animalistic desire to rip his entrails up through his throat pulsed in my veins, throbbing and pounding like some insane war cry in my mind, roaring in my ears and making the volume of the world dim to near silence. All I could hear was the blood in my head.
The rebellious look on his face faded. His eyes slowly widened, his brows knitted, and the unfamiliar stench of human fear was so intoxicating that I reeled from it. Fear was not an emotion Jackal was accustomed to experiencing, and it showed.
He swallowed, his eyes searching mine for any hint of mercy, reconciliation, anything. His mouth slacked as if to speak, but no words came out--only a rasping, choking sound as I clenched my fist tighter around his neck.
The instinct to tear him to bloody ribbons was so strong that it almost overtook me time and again; somehow I retained my sanity and just let the fear sink into him. I realized I was shaking from the effort, sweat beading on my forehead and trickling down my strained neck. I felt nothing but hate, and it was so black and volatile in my heart that I felt like I was diseased by the very emotion that had fueled me for so long. I could barely breathe; I was growling so hard that the machinery was shredding the meat in my throat, and I tasted blood. My tail snapped like a whip from my frustration, cracking the air like a gunshot.
How badly I wanted to kill him here and now cannot be conveyed in words. It was more than a fury, more than a rage. It was a command in my mind, a need. Do this now. Do it. Do this now do this now do this now do this now do this now KILL HIM.
He was suffocating, but he didn't fight me. The look in his eyes was empty, haunted--
Was that regret?
My pulse slowed, and somehow I regained control. I dropped him, taking a deep breath and calming myself.
Let it slide...
Absentmindedly I pulled out a cigarette from my pocket and lit it.
He caught his breath after a moment, then looked at me with gratitude. "Oh God Xirtrian, I knew you had a heart, I knew you'd forgive me, thank you, Xirtrian, I--"
I pulled out my revolver and shot him dead without a thought.
I growled long and low, my face a hair's breadth away from his. A primitive, animalistic desire to rip his entrails up through his throat pulsed in my veins, throbbing and pounding like some insane war cry in my mind, roaring in my ears and making the volume of the world dim to near silence. All I could hear was the blood in my head.
The rebellious look on his face faded. His eyes slowly widened, his brows knitted, and the unfamiliar stench of human fear was so intoxicating that I reeled from it. Fear was not an emotion Jackal was accustomed to experiencing, and it showed.
He swallowed, his eyes searching mine for any hint of mercy, reconciliation, anything. His mouth slacked as if to speak, but no words came out--only a rasping, choking sound as I clenched my fist tighter around his neck.
The instinct to tear him to bloody ribbons was so strong that it almost overtook me time and again; somehow I retained my sanity and just let the fear sink into him. I realized I was shaking from the effort, sweat beading on my forehead and trickling down my strained neck. I felt nothing but hate, and it was so black and volatile in my heart that I felt like I was diseased by the very emotion that had fueled me for so long. I could barely breathe; I was growling so hard that the machinery was shredding the meat in my throat, and I tasted blood. My tail snapped like a whip from my frustration, cracking the air like a gunshot.
How badly I wanted to kill him here and now cannot be conveyed in words. It was more than a fury, more than a rage. It was a command in my mind, a need. Do this now. Do it. Do this now do this now do this now do this now do this now KILL HIM.
He was suffocating, but he didn't fight me. The look in his eyes was empty, haunted--
Was that regret?
My pulse slowed, and somehow I regained control. I dropped him, taking a deep breath and calming myself.
Let it slide...
Absentmindedly I pulled out a cigarette from my pocket and lit it.
He caught his breath after a moment, then looked at me with gratitude. "Oh God Xirtrian, I knew you had a heart, I knew you'd forgive me, thank you, Xirtrian, I--"
I pulled out my revolver and shot him dead without a thought.