The anger raging through the body was unbearable. Patchafire
knew he wouldn’t be able to hold off for long. The rage had already been
triggered when he saw that dreadful color. He was currently stammering away. He
was hoping he could get far enough away where he wouldn’t hurt anyone, but when
you’re in a crowded city, the likelihood of that happening where slim.
Patchafire’s red eyes locked onto a group of boys. His eyes
shifted between them. His rage was still boiling. The inner demon longing for
control. Fighting for it. Patchafire clenched his teeth. He couldn’t afford to
lose control here.
He turned to walk away, but something about the laughter
caught his ear. There was an odd tone to it. A tone he knew to mean no good. It
wasn’t necessarily evil. But it wasn’t of good intentions either. They thought
they were playing around, but secretly knew they were playing with a fire.
Patchafire crouched down as he felt his spine contort.
Before he knew it, the demon had taken over. A white rabbit with lilac tipped
ears and red eyes. He growled as the madness kicked in.
The group of guys turned, curious about the sound. Something
in one of their feet told him to leave. So that’s what he did. As the others
took a tentative step forward, he ran.
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