I hit him

I hit him. Hard. I was angry, and I hit him. I wanted to hurt him. I watched, oddly fascinated, as he stood there, the tips of his slender fingers touched to the swollen mark on his face. At first he looked hurt, but that expression flashed almost immediately to one of outrage and disgust. He opened his mouth to say something, baring his teeth ever so slightly, but changed his mind and turned on his heel to leave. I would have none of this, so I snapped forward and grabbed his arm, yanking him back. "I didn't say you could leave!" the words, dripping with venom, escaped my mouth before I could stop them. In some insane attempt to intimidate me, he rose to a full height of 6'4", dwarfing my 5'7". Further outraged at this attempt, I hit him again. He jerked back, somehow shocked that I had struck him a second time. Again his hurt turned to outrage, again he opened his mouth to speak, but could find no words. His face, somehow paler than the rest of his body and riddled with fifteen-odd piercings, contorted into a scowl, claret eyes boiling with a deep hatred. I stared back at him, a blank expression on my face. To think that he could have intimidated me was an utter absurdity. Obviously he hadn't the slightest idea of what I might be capable of, the freakshow.

Freakshow.

"Obviously you think you're in a pretty safe place, don't you? You have no clue as to what I am capable of, you freakshow."

At that point, I was merely angry and seeking to ge a rise from him. I must have pushed the right button, because he took a sudden swing at me, catching the side of my face and knocking my glasses off. He didn't continue, that solitary punch was the only one he threw. My eyes never left his as I bent to one knee to retrieve my glasses. Standing again, I suddenly wondered why he had simply not stopped me from hitting him. Obviously he was bigger than me, and he clearly knew it. Could he not have just stepped aside? He could have just as easily grabbed my arm, and very possibly broken it.

But he didn't. Perhaps he knew what I was on about. Perhaps he knew I was testing him. The stupid mule, didn't think I knew he was trying to hide his realization. No matter, it would have angered him even more to reveal my findings, and I simply did not have time for it.

Giving a slightly irked smile, I raised my head to stare at hin through th corner of my eye.

"Forgive me. I'm not a violent man, Mr. Pearse..." I said, readjusting my glasses to their rightful place.

"You are, I find, simply a highly annoying individual." I gathered my papers, pretending not to notice that his eyes once again harbored a deep loathing for my very existance, and left.

This man, I think, will make an excellent gunea pig.