"Blood... so much blood."
Sounds of screaming and pain resonated through the air as a rampaging beast appeared within the haze of smoke and flame. It had a head of a demon, wings, a fortified armor, a sharp blade, and some enhanced limbs. Every soldier who tried to suppress it were sliced in half as blood spattered on the ground, running the waters red. The sky turned crimson as the wind hissed its rage... the beast looked to the heavens and released an ear-piercing roar.
Zed woke up from this hellish nightmare, his bandages pulsating above his pale skin. It was morning as it seemed. The boy stood up and showered, just letting the water pass through the spaces of his bandages. It was his usual routine, to start every day as normally as possible. The memories of his tragedy were every so clear in his mind, but for Zed, his greatest fear was the thought that his past might catch up to him...
Putting on some ragged clothes which partially covered his bandages, Zed went out of his dilapidated shack. He walked over to his broom and a waste bin, ready to clean the streets once more. As a street cleaner, it can be said that Zed abhors the new technology, calling it dangerous... which means, he preferred the traditional methods. Zed happily jogged to his area, just near the main city... His usual spot was beside a coffee shop. This was because some irresponsible consumers would just dump their cups down the streets when they took out their coffee.
Zed has experienced so much stress, he intended to keep everything under control by forcefully suppressing his emotions, although, his rope was beginning to get thinner. As the times went by, the dirt came as well. Diligently cleaning, Zed caught one trash after the other, skillfully dumping them into the bin. Suddenly, some arrogant bums came to his location, dumping all their cigar butts and other useless trash on the floor, not minding the cleaner angrily looking at them. Zed confronted those punks as his short stature made it hard for him to mean business.
"I'm sorry to interrupt your merry walking but would it kill you to just... throw your cra--- I mean trash, properly?" Zed spoke calmly as he looked at the man straight in the eye. Instead of being nice and just to pick up his trash, the bum sent a forceful blow to Zed's torso, knocking the cleaner back a few inches. It was a clear message: Screw you.
The bums left laughing... clearly amused by the futile effort. Zed on the other hand remained on the ground. He was trembling.
"Not now... not now please." Zed murmured to himself, his arms throbbing with anticipation for blood. "Let go... they deserve to be killed... they deserve it..."
"NO!" Zed roared as his pulsations stopped. The people were looking at him, thinking he had lost his bolts. Zed looked at his arms which were excited to spill some blood. "No... I will not do it again." Zed chanted to himself as he calmed down and forcefully cleaned the trash that those rats had left behind.