Chapter 48: Violent Response
I realized with calm finality that something inside of me had decided to break this man. Here and now, I was going to break him: not metaphorically, not with smart words, but literally, physically, destroy him. He thought he was strong, he thought he was able, but he wasn't: his human body was soft and defenseless against the furious force of me. I was going to crush his bones, tear his skin, and feel my hands slick with his blood. I've waited for this moment for a long, long time. I was going to kill him, and no one was going to stop me -- not even the part of myself that should have been terrified of what was about to happen, but wasn't.
My mind felt like a storm, with uncontrollable fury raging in a bloodthirsty cyclone around its eye. That eye was the only part of me left able to think, but its thoughts were cold and detached, and translated into action quicker than I could comprehend them. It was this part that had decided Sam's fate, but it had also decided that I couldn't kill him, not yet.
'Do you think I'm a fool?' Sam mumbled, coming at me. 'Do you think I'm a fucking fool?'
He stopped in front of me, hesitating. Somebody tried to pull him away, but he shrugged them off.
'Do you think I can't read you like an open book, punk? I fucking see you!'
I licked my lips, tasting blood, and smiled.
'Yeah.'
He looked at me, momentarily puzzled.
'Yeah what?'
'Yeah, I think you're a fucking fool.'
Sam blinked, and then hit me. His fist connected with my face, turning me around. I struggled to keep my balance.