Within a small apartment complex, a young man is currently gaming. A dim light barely shows his silhouette.
He shouts at his monitor with anger, while also slamming his fist in clear frustration.
Vains appear on his forehead.
"Why go down that lane, moron. Follow me you dumb ass!". Moving his hand back to his keyboard,
the hand he had just slammed, His fingers pivot around his keys at almost lightspeed clearly adept to such treatment.
Showing how much he plays this game, his fingers do not tire.
His angry shouts continue to echo in his small room, after he shouts once again he clicks his tongue.
He leans back on his chair having just died.
The shouts were loud enough to wake one of his mentally ill neighbours, who had already long been fed up of him.
Constantly hearing a man-child shout and slam, the older gentleman slips his slippers on and marches towards the gamer's front door.
His expression is equal to that of an enraged boar.
BANG*
BANG*
BANG*
He slams his fist three times upon the shallow door, ignorant or blatantly deaf, the guy gaming has not heard the rough knocking.
He knocked twice more, but no one answers, this was the final straw.
He tries to breath in to calm down, it doesn't work.
'Ignoring me?, Ignoring me?Ignoring me?Ignoring me?'. the mans mind begins to fall deeper into insanity.
The man slams his strong feet to the ground, his eyes flow with madness and rage, as if a magical nonsense enveloped his now insane mind.
Foom, Foom!*
He slams his feet once more.
'This trash, he dares ignore me!' His eyes glow red.
"TRASH". He yells with an unknown vigour, which he has lost with age.
After slamming his feet again, he swipes the spare key under the plant pot.
He throws the pot to the side causing it to shatter.
"Whatever, I have had enough, I no longer care"! Breathing deeply He whispers to himself, adjusting his buckle he opens the door.
Opening the door he saw a cesspool of litter laying the ground.
Even in his madness disgust imprinted itself upon his face.
Seeing a baseball bat leaning against the wall, he walks towards it and grabs it.
"Perfect!" He whispers to himself.
Holding it with both hands he looks at it, the red madness fades for a moment a light of blue rejects the redness.
'Should I really do this?' he questions if what he is about to do is wrong.
He caresses the bat, he shakes his head, the redness returns destroying the blue.
"Yes, yes I should" The redness attached a unyielding confidence to him, like a madman he slams and stomps his way to the gamer's room, kicking away rubbish that is in his way.
Storming with a might inhuman, he arrives at the fated room, sensing his victim he smiles, the redness deepens.
"Finally, it will be quiet".
Boom*
He slams open the door.
Quickly shifting to the man gaming, he slams the bat towards him with supernatural precision, as if this event was curated by a undeniable will.
"Wh- nooo!". The man shouts as the bat bashes his head, he had not had enough time to protect himself, his reaction time failing him, having only slept a few hours and has been up for 17hrs.
It was too late, he could barely think, the insane man that attacked him continuously smashed the bat into the now blooded mess, blood covered the man's body, his face was covered.
A smile of relief fills the man's face.
His skull was now paste, the man licks the blood of his bat and walks out the room breathing in peace, the anger he had felt lifted.
*passage Of Time*