Anger.
A noun.
His eyes painted what anger looked like. The red tint to everything he saw had slowly over came him. The tingling numbness he felt in his fists as they clenched into themselves, drawing blood from crescent shaped cuts in his palm.
He heard the ringing in his ears, an over bearing sound that rang out every word the man in front of him yelled. His jaw clenched, grinding his teeth as his breathing became ragged. Each breath becoming more difficult than the last.
The man continued, eyes blazing with anger as he directed his attention to the woman that stood next to him.
He tried to keep his arms down, to stay calm enough to push the rapid thoughts through his head, clouding his vision even. The man raised a clenched fist.
Unable to control himself any longer, he lunged.
The numbness in his body egged him on. The ringing in his ears drowned out the screams from the women and his vision blurred. All he saw was red.
Anger.
Uncontrollable anger.
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