Chapter 15
The pain, the pain that had been there just mere seconds ago, disappeared in a blink of an eye. What was left was the uncontrollable urge for blood. They were trapped; no one could escape him this time. The fear radiating from his prey made the blood smell even sweeter, made the hearts of the little weaklings pound even faster, like it was ready to tear itself out from the body. His hungry eyes darted around, studying his prey, picking out the strong from the weak. He spotted one, memories told him of a name. He was called Drago. Not to weak, and definitely not strong enough to harm him.
That name was all he needed, and he pounced. No one had any time to do anything, and they couldn't have done anything if they did. Before long, all that was left of the former striker was a messy pile of flesh. His now decapitated head was stuck in a picture of horror, his mouth gaped open in shock. He was dead, a now grinning wolf standing over his carcass, covered in his blood. But the wolf had not finished.
Spotting another target, he realised that this target was the whole point of him turning. The old man, who had deceived him for the whole of his life. He deserved to die, even more than the horrible excuse for a striker that now lay, dead, before him.
Spitting out a roar of pure rage, he leapt gracefully into the air once more.
The ground was soft when he landed; not feeling like a body was trapped underneath his at all. It felt more like grass than the feeling of skin. His prey had been taken away from him. Whoever dared to do this would pay dearly, with their life. The blue haired boy, the one named Kazemaru, was now couching defensively over the startled old man. So, one of his old self's friends were daring to protect his enemies.
Well, a friend of my enemy is also my enemy. Or something like that.
I growled in warning, trying to break his confident stance.
He didn't move.
I like it like that.
Grinning like the mad dog I was, I launched my third attack of the day. Alarm crossed the young boy's features as I charged at him. He thought that I could never attack my friends.
He was wrong.
He leapt out the way just in time, my jaws narrowly missing the tender flesh on his neck, but my second lunge caught his arm, scraping a deep wound that sprayed out blood like a fountain. His cry of pain was music to my ears, and the river of scarlet pushed me over the edge. Letting my animal side take over fully, and throwing caution into the wind, I attacked without mercy. My world was a mess of blood and guts that laced the now red ground. Body's fell before me, already at least two were dead. Nothing could stop me.
"Endou, Stop!"
Why those words could reach my soul, whilst others could not, I shall never know. But they were the ones that made my heart flutter and my soul burn. Gouenji.
All of a sudden, the blackness in my soul receded, and the real Endou was left, a young boy in a wolfs body.
I couldn't live with it. My friends were either scared out of their minds, severely injured, or in two cases, dead. I couldn't live with the fact that I betrayed them. I hurt the ones closest to me.
Turning from them in shame, and before they could do anything to stop me I ran. I ran as far as I could, and then I ran some more. Because while I am still running, they can't find me. And if they can't find me, I will never have to show my face to them again.