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Madman
*I wrote this a few weeks ago as a way to vent off some steam and an experiment with an intense, violent scene. I have no need of it, so here is a gift! Have fun editing. Goodness knows it needs it. If you use this for something I would love to see how you use it/change it.*
Jake fell against one of the white walls, blood smearing from his open facial wounds. “Peter…” He gasped, one hand holding his cheek, the other supporting himself on the floor. “Why?”
Peter grabbed Jake by the shirt and lifted. Inches away from Jacobs face Peter screamed. “You don’t know? We used to laugh and joke about this!” Peter shoved him hard against the wall and let him go, Jakes body dropping heavily to the ground.
“I can’t, couldn’t help it…”
“Yes you could! You could have walked away, looked somewhere else!” Peter had walked behind the table Jake had been sitting at and flipped it with one hand. The ease that Peter had flipped the table made Jake shiver. “But no! You had to spend time with her, steal her away from me!”
“It wasn’t like that!”
Peter dropped to the floor, staring Jake in the eyes. “What was it like then? What was supposed to happen, huh?” Jake strained to hear the whispered words that shook with rage.
Until this time Jake was understanding of Peter’s rage. He knew why it existed, knew why it had exploded. Now he was scared. He had known Peter for the last seven years and never seen him so focused on such a thing. He had seen his anger. That was legendary. The outbursts where rare but when they happened God help the soul who stood in the way.
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