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Post by Trey Forze on Jul 19, 2010 21:03:05 GMT -5
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Trey was stalking through the streets, jaw clenched tight, his body rigid, but movements fluid. He had enemies, lots of them, and if one didn’t run into him tonight he would be making a new one. His cold demeanor was emphasized now and those who saw him were quickly shying away. No human on these dirty streets would dare mess with him; he was a force of nature. His hands were balled into white-knuckled fists at his sides; his breath was coming out heavy, not from exhaustion, but excess, negative energy. If he were one to play sports, this would be the perfect pregame attitude, in focus he would be dynamite. In the military, it was that very anger that saved his life many times, when he was alive that is. Being bitter had more advantages than disadvantages. He didn’t need other people, when you trusted them they hurt you or you were hurt protecting them. He socialized frequently, but those he used for company would stay a night and then were promptly kicked out, a smile on Trey’s face. He kept in tiptop shape mentally and physically by challenging himself in fights, picking those were he would have to use his experience and mind for strategy, not a fight where one well aimed punch ended it.
No humans would satisfy what Trey was looking for, tonight he wasn’t looking for a meal or a fuck, at least, not currently, maybe after his first hunger was quenched. Blood was in the cards though, blood spilling onto the ground, onto clothing from himself and his target. Bloody knuckles, bloody noses, blood-filled mouths. Violence was the key to sanity, whether people realized it or accepted it. Everyone was grounded with the threat of violence leering at them. Make a wrong move the government will throw you into a jail only after they’ve broken you and onlookers will watch and smile as you get beaten by a fellow inmate or a guard, after all, you earned it. Act stupid on the streets of some city and a civilian will be sure to punish you as earnestly and powerfully as the government would. Order evolved from chaos. Chaos came from order. And then world kept on spinning in its delicate balance. Trey was the world’s balance, its chaos agitated by the organized society, and its chaos ready to disturb the order.
He enjoyed seeing the fear in another’s eye; he loved seeing their animalistic rage, their instinct taking over. Trey knew that letting someone beat the shit out of him or him beating them, was a form of stress relief. He was extremely agitated currently. So Trey was determined to find another soul that was as angry at the world as him. Determined to test how much cunning may be under that anger and see if he could still escape the hands of another, with minimal bruising.
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