He can feel it.
The rage, the hatred, the anguish.
All because of her.
The power envelops him, consuming his mind, filling his soul, destroying his sanity.
All because of her.
It blinds him to a world of red, threatening to erupt in a wave of radiating fury. It deafens him, overpowering all his senses, the simple ability to just be.
All because of her.
And so he fights, because it is the only thing he knows, and his mind recognized the taste of coppery vengeance, emerging in a pool of red.
Because she was injured.
So he takes comfort in red.
Because he wants to protect.
Word Count: 107
I honestly don't know how I managed to write something like this. Very weird.
The original title for this was "Red".