Kapitel 47: Tough Choice

His hands trembled as he sat there unmoving. He felt something rising up within himself. A cold rage. Almost strangely calm while still holding onto his thoughts calmly even though a voice was screaming "Kill them all!" in his head.

He could feel it. Something had snapped in his mind. He would never be the same as he had been again. Rising off the floor one final tear slid down his cheek. Falling onto the wooden floor as a final farewell for his friend.

His footsteps sounded heavier as he slowly walked the rest of the distance to the front door. If the paintings on the walls had been alive the people within would be running for a place to hide.

His very presence gave off that feeling of primal fear. Like when you are in a pitch black room and convince yourself you just seen something move out of the corner of your eye. Too afraid to look incase you really did see something.