Insufferable Desire
The incessantly loud tapping of keys broke the stillness as V typed hurriedly at a keyboard, staring unwaveringly at the glowing monitor. Hunched at the desk, a low growl lingered within his throat, his eyes behind the mask narrowed and dark. He was doing something important and he knew he shouldn't be. Not because the importance was insignificant in any way but that he was doing it on a very unreliable system and knew, also, that at any moment it all could be lost. At that thought, a mottled scarred hand slapped down upon the mouse and moved the cursor to the file to save it. Picking the right destination he clicked the button that would assure all of his work would not be in vain.
The small window remained stationary in maliced mockery and his eyes widened. Without thinking, he slammed his fists onto the desk in fury. Again. Again! He shook, trying to reign in that terrible beast within lest he do something drastic. Drastic! His mind voraciously seized the word from his mind and hung it in front of his conscience like a picture of a lascivious pin up girl. How could he resist? The thought was so sweet, pleasurable -- a seductive outlet for his equally seductive emotion that he had such a love/hate relationship with. Tonight, he thought wildly, he would indulge!
V stood up, the fiery inferno within maddeningly eating away at his logic and reason. Everything else was already too far gone for any hope of deviation. His mind was made up, his purpose clear, and his intent was set. Another sound broke the stillness in a metallic slice of reverberation. It was the sound of cruelty, vengeance, and beauty wrapped up in steel and leather. With a terrible blow, the tower was kicked on its side and gripped with tightened fingers, twisting it around to its back and lifted up to smash its face against the floor. Without hesitation, the blade was rammed through the plastic back. Greedy fingers gripped the wound and ripped the back open and gored and eviscerated it of any and all internal organs. Wires were sliced and the motherboard was mangled to an unrecognizable state. He abandoned his ever faithful weapon and plunged his hand in; choked his fingers around the wires and anything else he could get a grip on and ripped them from its dead body with an animalistic cry of frustration.
Silence again. Silence hovered over the scene like a dismayed mourner. He easily felt the accusing stare and the pointed finger that accompanied the gesture. Broken and fragmented pieces of plastic and sliced wires lay in disarray upon the floor, surrounding their murderer. The lingering growl finally escaped his throat and he roughly stood up, kicking the empty tower before flopping himself in the chair. The monitor was black. The vague hint of his silhouette stared back at him from the screen. The intensity of his muscles had long since relaxed and his breathing returned to tranquil waves upon the shoreline, but inwardly the charring would commence. The deed was greatly copacetic, a drunken escapade almost, but now that it was over with, he was left without a computer and left to nurse the burnt up remains of his insides and, what's worse, have to explain his actions. Though, he reasoned, he didn't think anyone would blame him. He got to his feet, gripping the folded gloves upon the desk and put them on. Tomorrow, he would deal with the mess but for now, a soothing cup of tea would do his questionable sanity some good.