My own kind of anger (Damen!)

Xavier Alecks. He was always a good kid. The one who would be a teacher's pet. The one who would work extra hours, and deny getting paid more. The one who dated the less attractive girls, just so he could boost their self esteem, when he could do ALOT better. He was exactly what a parent would want in a child. He was a very good kid. He still is, to this day, a good kid. Even thought it's smaller now. The good kid inside of him is now a little voice in the back of his head. The rest, is blood lust. The killing he did on the docks one night started it. Then, each day, he added one kill to his list. The monster wanted more, so he gave it some.

His home wasn't in District 4 anymore. No, it was now among the bloody mess, known as the battlefield. His neighbors were no longer living, breathing people. They are now skeletons, and bloody weapons. He liked it better. It was always silent, except for the random occasion when a high pitched scream filled the air. He liked that too. He liked it better if the scream came from his victims.

He brought along his three favourite weapons. He usually carried them everywhere, since the lust took over. His long golden trident, which acted as an extension of his arm, was still coated in the blood of his last victim. His knife, which was his favourite of the three, was still in perfect condition. Long and curved, with a sharp edge. The handle was wrapped in brown leather, and fit perfectly in Xavier's palm. His final weapon, wrapped comfortably around him, is his cherry wood bow. The arrows were made of the same wood, and still have blood on them too. The tips are sharp and serrated, which helps with tearing through his victims.

The woods are often filled with people looking for fights. People that are perfect candidates to bring Xavier's Kill Count up. It's quiet today. So quiet, that Xavier can hear the leaves cracking under his foot. And the leaves cracking under the foot of a random person roaming the exact same forest. He heard the sword slice through the air, and the wind from it seemed to splash against his face. This was the fight he was looking for. He raised pulled the knife from it's spot in his belt, and readied the trident in his other hand. He would be ready for any attack thrown at him. He would be ready to fight.

At first glance, I could be mistaken as a Capitol Mutt. My hair is spiked upward, and colored a bright blonde, mainly from the sun. My muscles make me look like I've been altered, with some drug that they use, when truly, it's from busting my ass in anything I do. My eyes are electric blue, and appear to be that way with contacts. When I was young, I would tell stories of being a Capitol escapee, without knowing the consequences. Really though, none of us have seen enough Capitol Mutt's to understand what they look like.

However, this boy in front of me is obviously one of those beasts. Eyes have always been something important for me. After all, they are often the first thing you see on women, and men too. So, when I saw his eyes change to a dark red color, my first reaction was to run. There was no telling what else he could do. For all I know, they could have inserted a camera into those eyes, and I could be filmed right at this very moment. The Peacekeepers could find me, using the footage of the killing, and arrest me. No. I have to prevent that. I need to rip out those dammed eyes, and get rid of them. Eat them maybe. My stomach grumbles in response.

His weapon slices down, cutting my right thigh. It doesn't cause much pain. I don't feel pain, after all. "The name's Deirk." The words seem distant. My stomach is growling too much. Hunger is reaching me quickly. I need him dead, and I need every part of him. So, I slip my bow off my shoulders, knock an arrow, and pull back, with all my might. Then, I let it fly.

[[Attacks Deirk]]
[dice=200+4000]
Arrow in Eye. X.

Never would I have guessed that a fight could be finished so quickly. The arrow plants itself in the man's eye, and I know he's dead. Nobody could survive that. Considering the arrow pierced clean through his eye. I spit on his limp body, and then step over to his face. My foot flies back, and then at his jaw, snapping it. Now he's dead. Bending over, I begin to search his lifeless corpse. The only thing of interest is really his sword, so I grab it, and slip it into my belt. I liked the belt when I first saw it. It had multiple slots for holding fishing rods, all the way around, but I realized it could be used for weapons too. My weapons, that I collect from each person I kill. This boy's sword adds to the collection. I'll call it Deirk. I think to myself, and that brings a chuckle up my throat. All the weapons I take from my victims have names. The small knife from the little girl is named Fierce, after her. The long spear I took from the lifeless corpse of Hardlyn is now carrying his name too.

Shuffling to the left, I turn his head to examine the eyes. Those eyes seem to be watching me, which seems to confirm the suspicion that they are cameras. I could just be paranoid. Better to make sure. I dig my fingers into the sockets, and yank the two eyes out with ease. Then, I pop them both in my mouth, and let my teeth do the work. My hunger goes away as the juices flow down my mouth. Xavier; Kill Count; 10.
"Oh. My name's Xavier. Nice to eat, I mean meat you." And I dig in.