'I hate your power.'
'I hate your voice.'
'I hate you.'
'Stop treating me like a child.'
'Stop treating me like a burden.'
'I hate you.'
His insides burned with rage, his eyes flamed with hatred. Anger tried to force itself out like a burp. Something inside him was clawing at his stomach to be set free. Subconsciously he held it back, but it increased his fury and it felt exhilarating. The rush of mixed emotion, the tingling heat of the skin, the pristine balance between sanity and pointless destruction.
His rage burned invisible holes into the other's back. Very little stood between a quiet journey home and a blood-spattering battle. Again something inside him stirred. Again he pushed it back down.
The boy ahead of him turned and looked at him with a vacant expression.
'He thinks he's so cool.'
'He thinks he's so smart.'
"Dobe." Any and all words that came before and after were lost. The string between control and madness snapped. The thing inside him ripped itself out of its tiny prison and sprang forward.
'I'll make him pay.'
'I'll make him fear us.'
