(So if you don't like or can, or are too young, to handle gore then you stop reading now. Okay? Okay.)

My eyes snap open and at once everything wakes up. I am hungry, I need to find something. But there is something binding my arms up and my legs together. That will not do!

I pull my arms out and my legs apart, the chains creaking under the strain. A echo-like high pitched noise of frustration bursts from my lips, nothing can keep me prisoner like this! But it shouldn't be so hard for me to burst these things apart.

The chains snap on my legs, my limbs bursting apart. I immediately stand up, growling and putting more strength into breaking the ones binding me to a wall. They creak and groan, futilely trying to stay together under my strength. But that's impossible, so they snap.

The broken chains rattle as I pace, rage bubbling up in me. Someone did an incredible wrong thing to me, something excruciating painful to me and they must pay that price. That man, that vile disgusting man, hit me so I'll hit him harder. To the point where he will die from my rage.

Then this man tries to lock me away in a dark cage! Growling, I blink and my eyes quickly adapt. Everything becomes a white-ish color, but this cage is clearly made out of obsidian. I snort, this meager block cannot contain me. Nothing can!

Running towards the wall, my scream pumping more energy to the fist I bring back and smash it into the wall. It shakes, and I keep my fist pressed up to the wall. I cracked it, hard. And when I pull away my fist, with the remains of the chain dangling down from the wrist, a few crumbs come down.

Screaming again, with all my rage pouring out to even be thrown in here in the first place, I ram my fists over and over again into the wall. Destroying one block and moving onto the next. Even the drive to eat pushing more energy into me. I think my first meal might be the man who locked me up here in the first place!

Some machine noise goes off, but I growl at it. I'm so close now! So close to freedom! So close to hunting down the man who did me wrong! After that I'll leave this foul place, once I destroy it that is.

The obsidian smashes apart and I stroll out into a bright hallway, my eyes adjusting to where I can see color again. But I really only want to see red. The red color of blood as I get my revenge.

A sort of pewing goes off behind me, strange since my cage was empty except for me. I turn back and see arrows fall from the ceiling, a dark blue gray smudge on the arrowheads. But they can do nothing to me, nothing can stop me now.

"Hey!" Strength flows through me at the sound, it looks like my prey has come to me. "Get back into your chamber!"

Grinning as I smell the delicious, but slightly salty, sweat coming from them. The fear just leaking out of them. Their skin is black, which I would generally think that they're a tough mob, but they look pathetically weak. As if they could actually hit me with their bows.

"How about..." Another blast of pride and energy rockets throughout me when my high echoy  voice sends a wave of terror out of them. They should fear me, they should shake when they hear my voice. Because I am going to kill them, and they won't even stand a chance.

"NO!"

I burst to them, swiftly dodging the arrows I was already prepared for. Before they can reach back and draw another one, I pounce on one. My fist driving itself straight into one of their necks.

The weak man goes limp instantly, I wouldn't even be surprised if his neck wasn't able to take the hit. I wasn't even going at him at my hardest. Although now I wonder what is my hardest? How many people would have to stand together in order to take me on?

The other man approaches, raising an arrow up and ready to drive into me. I roll my eyes and grin, these creatures are so small minded. Did it not think that I would expect him to attack after I pounced on his pathetically little buddy?

I jump out of the way, and the man completely misses. Giving me the so very perfect opportunity to crush his skill.

Roaring, I slam my fist right into the man's head. Feeling the bones splinter and crack beneath my fingers. Aren't these things suppose to be smart? Why have the most important part of you so weak and easy to break? Maybe they don't have very big brains after all.

His body collapses onto the ground, and the fresh tang of death wafts into my nose. My stomach growls in need and my heart pulses in joy. I didn't think this would be so exhilarating, taking down a creature with nothing but my own brain and brawn.

Grinning, I look down at the other one. Who's weakly clutching his throat as his eyes slowly drain of color, the life seeping out of him. My stomach goes berserk at that one. Living meat, that can't do anything to escape me.

I pounce on him again, tearing through his false black skin to get at the faint beating heart that lies beneath it. Once the black skin is peeled away, I claw into his chest. The man lets out some feeble groan, but is still alive.

But he instantly dies when my fingers wrap around his heart and rip it out of his chest. The glorious sharp scent of blood driving me into delirium as the creature's blood spatters all over me. I bite down into the organ, the chewy goodness spreading all over my mouth. My stomach grumbling, satisfied with my first choice.

I quickly shove it all into my mouth, before licking my lips as I gaze over the man. So many delightful organs that I'm sure would all be yummy too. Not too mention any tough muscles that I can really rip apart with my teeth. Or maybe slurp up any fat or skin on him. The bones though I'll save for when I'm all done, I can sharpen my teeth with them afterwards and suck the marrow out of them.

Plucking his eyeballs out and popping them apart with my teeth, I rip his skin. Digging through the skull to get into the precious organ on the inside. That will spoil first, and I really want to know what it taste likes.

I crack open the skull enough to scoop out handfuls of the mushy organ. I slurp it up, slouching the magnificent taste and texture of it before gulping it down. My stomach immediately getting to work to breaking down this wonderful meal.

Taking more and more handfuls, I hear too late the sound of a bowstring being pulled back and the thump it makes when released. Still, I try to dart out of its path. Moving completely off of the body, but the arrow still drives itself into my shoulder. The bastard must've been banking on the fact I'll move!

Standing, I growl and face him. The smell of blood and death overwhelming my nose, but nothing could block my eyes from the sight of that man. The same foul man who dragged me through misery and torture only to pin me to a wall and lock me up. I bet his heart will be so much more satisfying.

There are more of the black skinned men beside him, all eight of them with arrows pointed at me. I give a light warning scream, while reaching back to rip the arrow out of me. The arrow that was shot out of the bow the vile man holds. Oh man am I gonna get revenge.

The shaft breaks and I toss it on the ground. That little arrowhead can't stop me. Sure it hurts and my shoulder can't take any hard hits, including the jolts from my own punches, but I can wipe these guys out.

We stare each other down. My rage building rapidly inside of my as my heart slams into my chest, almost trying just to burst free so it can kill the demon itself. My cells shaking in fury and I have never wanted to paint these walls red so badly than right now.

I'm just about to charge at them, and tear their heads right off their shoulders, when something stops me. A pinprick of numbness coming from the area where I was shot. And suddenly a part of me feels very sad and distressed, not at all what I should be feeling right now.

"Don't you want to come at me?" The man's sickening voice makes me forget all that, my muscles tense and waiting for me to give the say for me to launch at him. "I thought you were never one to hesitate Jesse."

I recoil back from him, my heart now slamming against my ribs in utter fear. The tense muscles spring to action, letting me fly across the ground as I race away from that man.

What am I doing? I need to kill him! For what he did to me he deserves to die! After what I went through, I deserve to eat his heart and brain! I want to smell his fear as he sees his own blood spray all over the walls!

Stumbling, I fight off the urge. I have to get out of here. Although this maze of twists and turns is just madding! I have no idea where to go and I have no clue what that man is capable of. He did this to me, making me into some monster. I just ate a heart of a human I killed! Oh gosh, oh gosh, what's happening to me?

Roaring, the inhuman screech echoing off the walls, I attack the pointless fear and disgust. That meal was delicious! I shouldn't feel ashamed of that at all when my stomach is now filled with more energy. Energy that I need to use to kill this man!

No! I can't kill! Not again! I can't! I can't! I gasp, my heart collapsing at the wail I emit, when a wall of iron blocks falls from the sky. They're trying to pin me, so they can capture me again.

I growl, lowering into a crouch and wait for them. I refuse to be caged away again! If they want to keep me down then they'll have to find a way to cage me in a cell of bedrock! That's impossible though, since they'll all be dead by my hands in a few minutes anyway.

My heart suddenly slows down, denying more panic to raise up. Only now do I realize that the pinprick of numbness has seeped much farther into my body. The tingly sensation dancing all over my arm and chest. If I'm going to get out of here, it's got to be now rather than later.

Shaking my head, I stand my ground. A wee bit of tiredness isn't going to take me down. My rage at this man is stronger than it. I'M stronger than it! I will take down this man for all the wrongs he has inflicted upon me! His blood will gush from his wounds!

My hands shake, but I can't get myself to move! This anger, this fury inside me is just too strong. It plants me here, and no matter how afraid I am of falling into the hands of this man again, I just can't get myself to move. What can I even do to fight this?

Fuming, I try to stamp out both this dreadful numbness and fear. I don't need nor want either of them when I watch the life fade from this demon's eyes. It's time to get some revenge.

I glance back the door, an idea springing to mind. Perhaps I don't need to fight this anger, just turn it to my will. After all, wouldn't it be grand to watch this man break after destroying all his hard work?

Grinning, I slam my fist into the door. I won't paint his walls with his blood, instead I'll rip out the walls around him. Using them as a club to bash his head to death! Everyone here just sat and let me suffer! They all need to feel my wrath! Everyone!

The black men turn the corner and approach, bows at the ready. The arm I was planning to break the wall though, goes numb. Pins and needles dancing all over the limb. My legs shake, struggling to hold me up as they get heavier and heavier.

That foul man comes into view, shaking his head. "I expected you to be stronger than this, you barely have any control at all. Keep failing, and perhaps one of your friends will pay the price."

Fury blasts through my veins, my limbs still heavy but I try to just fight through that. I glare at him, my shoulders shaking as I struggle to raise my fists up and lower into a fighting crouch. I really shouldn't be fighting myself right now, I just need to take this man down.

"Leave my friends alone."  Is what I wanted to say, but the rage inside me is too strong to be shown by mere words.

Instead, a horrifying screech bursts from my mouth. A wail loud enough to rival the roars of the Wither Storm. Until it dies away under the wave of numbness inflicting my body.

The black men pull back the arrows, the man smiling at me. My legs trembling and I collapse onto my knees, but my rage still seeping through my eyes. I need to protect- I need to kill- My friends- My hunger-

"Fire."

An arrow digs into my leg, but I can't even feel it. My shoulders no longer shake either, and I fall limp to the ground. Everything growing dark... and so very heavy.

But I keep my glare on that devil until the very moment my eyes close.

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Yeah, if you thought Lukas had it bad then Jesse's situation is like the ultimate nightmare. 1/2 human and 1/2 wither, that just equals disaster.

And if you didn't like gore, well... he's an animal (half at least) now. So just calmly close the book and never think about it again, because it's not going to go away. Since, surprise surprise, Jesse's problems are going to get bigger.

Well, that's all from me! See you again in another 5 days!