Smells Like Teen Spirit! [Raid]

The moment he felt the blade slide under his jaw, splitting his cheek, the pain flared sharp and white-hot, searing through his senses. His breath hitched, and he tasted the bitter, metallic tang of his own blood pooling in his mouth, narrowly missing his tongue. His lips curled back, and a low, guttural growl escaped his throat as he felt her it—that jagged, mocking slice—as if it were burning into his skin.

Rage overflowed within him, twisting into something darker, more feral. The pain only fueled the consuming anger that flared in his chest, smothering his reason and gnawing at his control. He didn’t think; he reacted, shoving her back with every ounce of strength he had, watching with a strange, detached satisfaction as her body stumbled away from him. But it wasn’t enough to quell the inferno inside him. Every nerve in his body screamed for violence, for the satisfaction of rending that grin from her lips.

The edges of his vision blurred, the yowling of that distant feline coming stronger and stronger until it was in his ears, until it was him. It swallowed him. His muscles spasmed, twitching as he could no longer maintain his careful suppression. The world around him faded, narrowing until there was only the scent of blood—his blood—and the gnawing, insatiable hunger for vengeance. His breath grew ragged, his heartbeat loud in his ears as he felt the last threads of his control unravel. And then, as if sensing it, she turned and dashed off into the brush, her laugh echoing, taunting him to follow. All he saw was red.

A feral growl rumbled in his chest as he barreled forward, all reason consumed by the need to catch her, to end that laughter with the weight of his jaws around her throat. The forest blurred around him as he surged after her, that single-minded purpose driving him into the darkness, toward her fleeing form, each step sinking him deeper into a void he couldn’t pull back from.


"Murder"