[ but as soon as his hand twitches in search for the knife, something inside russell makes him stop.
it's not that he isn't sufficiently angry. he can feel that jealousy and bloodlust boiling in his stomach like an ugly concoction, urging him to kill that which confuses him, that which scares him...
but it's that strange feeling in his chest that makes him stop. it's not so much like being doused with cold water but more like being electrocuted. it's painful, but not in a physical sense. it leaves him breathless, but not because his lungs don't work.
this person was so nice to him, and yet he was going to kill him? like most of his other victims, was he going to kill those that did not deserve it and cause grief for his own self-satisfaction?
2/3 i lied
it's not that he isn't sufficiently angry. he can feel that jealousy and bloodlust boiling in his stomach like an ugly concoction, urging him to kill that which confuses him, that which scares him...
but it's that strange feeling in his chest that makes him stop. it's not so much like being doused with cold water but more like being electrocuted. it's painful, but not in a physical sense. it leaves him breathless, but not because his lungs don't work.
this person was so nice to him, and yet he was going to kill him? like most of his other victims, was he going to kill those that did not deserve it and cause grief for his own self-satisfaction?
how disgusting. ]