I could feel them.

I could feel their bones breaking beneath my fists as I pummeled into their frail bodies.

I could see the look of fear in the kids' eyes when I busted down his garage door. It was sweet.

His tails spun as quickly as they could, to try and get away. He got pretty high.

But I was faster.

I pulled him down by his twin appendages and smacked him into the pavement.

I reveled in the terror in his voice.

I then started to punch.

Broke three ribs with my first one.

Then I probably knocked out most of his teeth. There were two giant holes in his cheeks after that.

Then I caved in his chest. His screams suddenly stopped after that.

The searing pain came back into my head. I had to get rid of it! Why did he have to die so fucking quickly?

I went to town on his little body.

By the time someone came in to check in on the kitzune, his stomach resembled ground beef.

It was that pink haired bitch.

I heard her call my name. Her voice was shaky. Then I heard her puke.

I had her hair in my hand after that.

I slammed her face into the green and brown mess until it was stained red.

The pain stopped.

It felt so fucking good!

Euphoria spread throughout my body and I turned her face so I could see the damage I wrecked.

I could see her brain oozing out of her forehead. The only thing recognizable about her was the tufts of pink hair sticking to her face.

Then the pain came back. Worse now.

She was dead already.

I was on the ground very soon after.

I saw green and red eyes looking at me with hate.

I saw my reflection.

Yellow and pink hair stuck to me.

My dreadlocks were gone. You could tell I pulled them out with my own hand.

Blood was everywhere.

And I was smiling.

The green eyes became so unnerved they wavered for a second.

Then I held his still beating heart in my fist.

It beat fast.

Then it stopped.

I pulled it out.

I felt the Chaos after that.

Not even the God himself could stop me.

He charged me. His hands looking to find purchase at my neck.

He collided with all four of my barbs.

His head was stuck on them.

He wouldn't get off!

I roared.

I was blinded by the pain in my head.

When I next had vision, his body was torn in half.

Straight up the middle.

For a moment, as I looked at my work, all the pain subsided.

It was quiet in my head.

Then I heard her voice.

Low. Sultry.

Irritating.

Then my head was on fire once more.

Her mouth was agape when I looked at her.

I saw only red as I approached her.

She screamed.

I raged.

Pretty intense stuff, huh?

I'm not sure where this exactly came from. I was extremely frustrated and this was the result.

This is normally not the way I write, and I think it shows. But all criticisms are welcome. Please feel free to review my story and tell me what you thought.