DOGS B&C Chapter
4 to 6, page 8. He was standing there, surrounded by dubious men that looked ready to point and fire at him. They all looked at him angrily, a few looked like they were growling. The guy in the center though looked pleased, smug even. He felt apathetic, not really staring at the other men. He felt the restraints on his arms, and they were too strong to break.
A man started talking to him from the side, but he didn’t pay attention to him. The douche in the center had a gun in each hand, and all he could think was wanting to get the Hell out of here. It seemed like some sort of negotiation, and when he said something, they looked annoyed at him. He was smug with them, but then the blond leader pulled a picture of the girl with wings. His mood turned more sour, no longer getting a few subtle, sarcastic laughs from the men. Now he was annoyed, and seeing that picture…he couldn’t explain the feelings. Now the men were yelling at him, and he laughed. He wasn’t worried about the wing girl, but he had no idea why. He knew she was safe somehow. Was she at the Church where he first remembered her? Maybe she was an angel.
He made another comment, and soon all the men around him started to fire their guns. He felt their bullets enter his flesh, stinging. It didn’t hurt too much, though. He raised his arms, trying to break free from the restraints. Then there was a growing sensation inside him, this tension. He had felt this tension before, but it was never this strong and overtaking. He could no longer hold it back, and then it was like a dam breaking. His body surged with energy that felt no bounds, and his raw emotions were overtaking every logical thought besides killing those fucking blond posh bitch.
He charged at him, but at the same time it wasn’t fully him. It was like someone else was controlling his body with him. He opened his mouth, and the man stayed still as he ran towards him. All he could feel was the rage this bastard was fueling, and how utterly good it felt to let go like this. He jumped at the man, his mouth extending out. He was like an animal, restrained like one. So he used the only thing he could, and that was his teeth.
He bit the blond man on the cheek, clamping down tightly. He could feel the texture of the fat and skin under his teeth, his incisors digging into the bloody flesh. It filled the drive inside him, and his thoughts were even more clouded than before. He liked this form of expression, and it was so freeing and fun.
He ripped the man’s cheek off, turning quickly so gravity would give him force. The blood splattered all over. He saw the men around him in horror, and that fear fueled him even more. Then he saw the blond man, screaming in absolute agony as he broke free from the restrains.
Then that surge was gone, and he spit out the cheek he bit off. He rubbed his mouth with his hand. The leader was on the floor, holding his partly ripped off face. The tears and blood covered his face, and he just stared at him. Just seeing the man this way…it didn’t give him joy or anything. He was back to being apathetic. The guy was a douche and had it coming, and it was simple as that.
He grabbed his guns from the ground and started firing at the men around him. Now this was a bit more fun, and he was even smiling. They were running like field mice when the tractors were coming into the fields. All the men that were feeling so smug and proud were now cowards trying to run for their lives. Seeing this made that tension grow inside him once again. He picked up the locks from the ground and put them in his mouth teasingly, letting them dangle as he looked for more of them.
Another wave, and he spit the locks out. He began to fire once again, and it felt so natural that he killed like this. It was like he was made for this, and maybe he was. It was just hilarious once he thought about it. Man probably designed him to kill like this, and what was he doing? Killing these bitches like animal for the slaughter, and he was having fun.
Some man tried to bash him with a bat, and he slid under his legs to shoot him as he got up. All the gunfire stopped soon though. A car pulled up, showing the mob boss. He looked like he was screaming at his men, and soon they began to leave. He was annoyed, and so he started firing at the fleeing men.
As he was firing, he let his guard down. Out of nowhere, he felt a gun directly shoot into his torso. It was like a flash, and all he could see was a peculiar set of glasses and blond hair. The younger man glared at him, obviously not pleased about what happened. His eyes widened, and the feeling that surged throughout his body was nothing like he ever felt before.
Those fucking glasses.