A/N: I am really loving writing these more introspective little stories. Ones that I basically just throw out all in one sitting, little ramblings and tidbits of stuff. Also, I really want to do more with Laguna's darker side, it is there even if it's rarely seen. I think this is my shortest yet though, lol, less than 200 words...whoops.
His finger was hot on the trigger, pressed firmly against the cool metal and he could feel the vibrations as each bullet flew out. Felt the movements run through that finger and up his arm and spread hotly inside him. And he reveled in the feeling. Reveled in the constant stream of bullets, the smell of metal and fire and blood that permeated the air…the shrill screams that cut through all else. He lost himself in it, so he wouldn't lose himself in what was at his feet. The still body with the slowing trickle of blood, the false warmth that lingered and gave off the illusion that it would be able to stir again. Red on black leather and white fur, and blue eyes forever closed.
He ignored it. Closed his eyes and listened to the screams and smirked. They deserved this.
They killed his family, so he would kill them.
And he would enjoy it.