>It’s quite weird, really.
>...No, far from weird, it’s outright baffling.
>You should be repulsed at the sight before you.
>You should be repulsed with the fresh shades of red and blue that adorn her body, the blood and tears forming a crimson stream that drains steadily down onto her blouse.
>You should feel regret, shame, and pity.
>You are Anonymous, and you feel nothing of the sort.
>You can’t understand why your next kick brings such a cathartic release, but it does.
>Her scream sends shivers down your back, an overwhelming feeling of power overtaking you yet again.
>This only furthers your urge to kick the squirming little shit even harder, all reason having long since abandoned.
>Her shouts are soon silenced when she curls up into a ball again and has to focus on keeping her breathing steady under your relentless assault.
>And, for a while, all is right.
>The dull thumping of your kicks echos out into the rest of the house, the thumps becoming a steady rhythm that is only interrupted by the occasional yelp from the subhuman.
>...Subhuman.
>Oh, right, now you remember.
>You think her name’s Jupiter, if what you can remember what Gilda told you.
>She was said to be an upstuck young woman, one ingrate rich girl who’s snitched out a friend to the cops.
>Said friend was under currently being held in custody.
>Said friend was also Gilda’s unofficial significant other: Lorica Hamata.
>Oh yeah, that reminds you…
>Taking a pause from your assault, you glance about the place for her.
>...Huh.
>She’s nowhere to be seen.
>Oh well.
>Cracking your neck, you turn back to continue thrashing down on the subhuman.
>It continues to squeal like a pig, the thing occasionally choking out the occasional sob or question as to why.
>Your crooked smile is all her struggles gets her.
>You’re no longer going to get stepped on.
>You’re no longer going to have your wants and feelings trampled on by others.
>You’re finally in control.
>As you go to wipe away another nosebleed, you’re interrupted by the sound of hurried footsteps to the right.
>Turning, you’re surprised to see a new figure rushing at you, himself no more than several feet away.
>You’re only able to offer him an elbow before you two are sent toppling to the ground.
>It quickly becomes evident that the man is old and feeble, this much evident by how easily you’re able to pin him.
>He struggles like a man possessed, though.
>The bastard keeps calling out, though the words all come out as incoherent and fuzzy to your ears.
>You can’t figure out why, so you just decide to hit his head until he’s still.
>Takes a hell of a lot of hits to shut him up.
>Pretty sure you’ve broken something in your hand when he finally goes quiet, but that doesn’t matter much.
>What matters is finding Gilda.
>Removing yourself from the old and still man, you idly notice that Jupiter has left her place on the floor.
>Maybe Gilda went after her?
>No, wait, Gilda wouldn’t have let her leave.
>Maybe she’s waiting outside, or forgot something in the motorcycle luggage?
>Shaking your head, you make your way out of the living room and past the family’s dog, of which is ominously still.
>The memory of its annoying bark forces you to pick up the thing and chuck it at the old man’s still body.
>Making your way out onto the front yard, your eyes glaze over the moonlit pavement for any signs of Gilda.
>...No sign of her.
>Maybe she went back home?
>Maybe you were taking too long?
>No, wait, she also wanted revenge on this bitch.
>Your brain swirls with several other thoughts, though you’re finding the situation more angering by the moment.
>Not knowing what’s happening, not knowing where Gilda is…
>It’s angering.
>In fact, it’s very angering.
>It downright pisses you off.
>Growling at nothing in particular, you begin to wander off into the night, your mind a blur of violent thoughts and visions of being left alone.
>Wiping another bit of blood and white powder from your lip, you stumble a bit further before hearing the distant sounds of merriment and music following along the winds of midnight.
>And so you begin to move again, the night’s darkness hiding you up until it's too late.