Boop boop.

Literally Rock could not have died, he's already in laters stories. SO is whip btw lol. I hope nobody was in suspense.


Rock Howard covered his mouth with both hands and cringed against the back of the shipping container. He held his breath, even afraid to breathe.

He had survived by pure luck.

What the hell… someone tried to shoot me…

He had been banging on the doors and calling out nonstop for about half an hour, and, tired, had paused to take a small break. It was then when he heard a click.

Not just any click. The click of a rifle's safety coming off. Rock recognized it from the many, many hours of crime dramas he had watched. That sound- connected to images of guns and death - triggered some deeply hidden survival instinct in his mind. He dove to the back of the container, crawled under the cot, covered his ears and shut his eyes. Shortly afterwards, bullets ripped into the container - punching holes through the corrugated metal.

Fuck! Someone just tried to kill me!

Sunlight flooded in through the holes, and Rock opened his eyes to be blinded by the light. He saw the silhouette of a man approach, blocking several holes. Undoubtedly, this was the person who had just tried to kill him. He was coming to check and see if he had succeeded.

Fuck! What the fuck!

Rock Howard should have been scared. He was scared. He knew there was danger… but something clicked, and he came to a realization. The same realization that… that he had just come to a moment before…?

You're going crazy, Rocky...

There was danger.

Sure.

So what? Just get rid of it.

The danger triggered something. The venom in his blood broke free and ignited someone deep and vicious within him. It rolled in his veins like acid and set his brain on fire. Suddenly, he was feeling a lot less selfish. His focus was no longer on his own well being. He was now concerned about crushing his would-be murder's skull with his bare hands.

Let's go, Rocky. Go crazy.

He rolled out from beneath the cot and silently climbed into a crouch. Normally, he would have been too afraid to move - but right now, he was hot! He had gone off like a switch. Like a epiphany. He was riled up, but controlled and focused. His chest was tight, and his breath came out like a hiss. He planted both hands on the ground, just like Terry taught him, and pulled energy from the depths. It boiled and writhed within him, fueling that evil instinct. That horrid creature - Geese's Blood.

But today, it wasn't his enemy. Today, it would lend him strength.

("Still alive you little shit?")

His attacker said something. Rock didn't understand, but didn't intend to answer anyways. He was crouched on the ground, his back against the wall from which the bullets came. Once his attacker got close, then that little bomb of energy he was nursing so carefully within him was going to fly out and mangle a man.

I'm not just anyone, you shit! I'll split your skull!

Rock held his breath and waited. The man called out.

("Hellooo?! All dead, huh? That'll teach you. Scream all you want in hell.")

He approached closer until he was all but blocking the light coming in. The man leveled his eye to a bullet hole and looked in.

*CRACK*

What he saw terrified him, because he screamed. He hadn't expected to see a perfectly healthy Rock Howard flash out in front of him, and plunge a fist through the weakened metal barrier and squarely into his nose.

There was the crack of bone smashing through cartilage and hitting the skull, then the loud boom as Rock channeled that volatile energy through his fist, and into the man's head. In that moment, there wasn't a single sound more satisfying than that of the man's nose breaking and his brain crackling in venomous heat.

Rock watched with a sick satisfaction as the man convulsed and collapsed backwards. The veins in his eyes had burst and he bled from his eyes. There was blood leaking from his ears and nose. He was very clearly dead.

Rock had just killed someone.

a murderer…

But honestly, he didn't really care.

Not right now anyways.

Right now, he was hot.

He was dangerous.

And he was going after Shermie.


u reckon I can finish this before Quarentine is over?

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