Saturday, August 15, 2015

Patchafire Run

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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