Chapitre 2: Pleasant
The sound so loud made her deaf for a few seconds. The form rushed to her, she was still seated, still not completely aware of what surrounded her. Blinded by the sudden rage she threw herself to her feet, staggering. She wanted to hold on to the little control she had left. In vain.
She had something stuck in her stomach, she wanted to tear everything and rejoice in the destruction of it all. She look around the living room she couldn't to it bear handed and almost ran to the kitchen. She threw the drawers full of silverware to the ground, searching. In the frenzy she knocked her head onto the open drawer of the cupboard just next to the stove. Some blood poured slowly on her face but even the warm feeling of it dripping down was ignored.
Finally she found it. In her daze of rage bloomed a feeling of satisfaction. Satisfaction of having the right tool and satisfaction upon the things that she has yet to destroy. She walk back slowly to the living room, her step to steady and control compare to the storm she felt inside. She layed her eyes around her, calculating.
L’AVIS DES CRÉATEURS 
lililou
lililou I had little time on the bus but I hope you enjoy it. Any feedback is very welcome
wonderful day or good night
État de l’alimentation hebdomadaire
-- Classement
Power Stone 
-- Power
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