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!Language / Gore warning!

Stinging white light.

He close dhis eyes again, groaned... the taste of blood on his tongue.

Blood...?

He opened his eyes again, forced them to stay open. Soon the light smooved down.
Jack lifted his head. He lay next to a tree... dried up blood on its bark.

Dried up blood dying his white fur dark brownish red in some parts.

His own blood or...?

Pain...

Maybe.

He felt exhaused, like he had run for a very long time... his muscles ached...
His neck and his forelegs hurt.

Sweet pain

sweet wounds...

What... what happened...?

He coughed, tried to get up on his hooves...
... now he knew the source of the pain in his forelegs.

...broken.

He giggled... a grin crept to his face.

"Wa...was zum...?"
('Wha... what the...?')

He forced his legs to carry his wheight, the delicous, buning pain letting his mind clear up a bit.

Slowly he limped forward... giggling and grinning.
.... he tried to remember...

He sighed...
.... rage...
... yes there was rage...

There is still ...

Filthy... filthy animals.. didn't want to leave him alone.
The white stg snickered and looked around. He lost his orientation...

Thoughts and pieces of memories flying through his head.

Yeha... they kept following him.. they just kept following him... dragon lady... and the dullhead... stupid one...
...until... until...

That dirty rag especially

And then.. the little angel.. was.. was just coincidence he met him at the pond, yes...? He didn't even want to hurt him... just.. play around a little... he he...yes... sweet angel.
But your friend... your friend was a better toy...

And then the dirty little rag...
...filthy little animal...

He shook his aching head.

... this was, what the Doc once called a 'trigger'. A certain situation, that let the mad man crack up from one second to the other, letting him lose control about all the anger and hate inside him.

Of course, he didn't think about the Doc right now.
He limped on, finally he found his direction... towards the ruins...

This pain... it felt good...

So wonderful.

... but besides that...

He felt good

Relaxed... not entirely satisfied... but... relaxed...

... like he had unleashed his rage against something... or... someone...?

It couldn't be himself... he would barely able to move if he had fought aainst himself.

No this time, he hadn't been his own victim.

His wrath must have hit someone else...
... but whom..?

That dirty rag... still wanted more...

...what? What, soldier, what you say?

Hm... hehehe... don't...don't know...

He snickered again...
...whatever had happened... it felt good. He wouldn't reget it later... no... surely not...
... and whoever it was... sure Jack will get to know one day.

A smile on his face, slowly limping and staggering he made his way back to his favourite place....