The Manic Tyrant and his Monster Tree

Dark

Red.

Bright red.

That's how his eyes were at this moment.

Caesar's eyes were dark, filled with bright red, like they were filled with blood. His eyes had the emotion of a mixture of grievance and hatred.

An immense amount of hatred that almost all his veins were bulging out of his skin, seemingly about to burst open, trying to come out and waiting to attack someone.

The bright red and wet with hot tears, his eyes were shut tightly as Caesar tried his best to calm himself down.

But everything to no avail.

No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't forget the image that he so very badly wanted to destroy out of his mind.

His bright red eyes couldn't seem to forget the image of another bright red which was this time the blood that was flowing freely like a stream of pool.

In the midst of the pool of blood, lay helplessly a woman with her eyes open. The beautiful eyes no longer had the life that they usually had in them.

Once these eyes would always show the cheeriness that could brighten up anyone's day that once glanced at them.

But now?

They were dead.

Not only was the cheeriness in her eyes dead but the person too was the same.

Yes. She is dead.

She is no longer in the same world as him.

She could no longer breathe in the same air as him.

She could never smile at him as before nor could she talk to him as before.

Recalling how she had died with utter humiliation, Caesar could not calm himself.

How could such a sweet and lovely person deserve such a humiliating death?

Couldn't they leave her to leave this world along with her dignity?

How could they be so cruel? No! They are someone beyond cruel. Being called cruel is a very tame way to describe them.

Caesar slowly opened his eyes.

There is neither blood nor her dead body in front of him.

He raised his eyes to look around as he stood in the middle of the street where he was born and raised. These are the streets where he had played with her as kids. These are the same streets where they had walked millions of times.

Every single face that stood in this street was an acquaintance to both him and also her.

But what is the use of being acquainted with such cowards?

What is the use of knowing these sickening people?

It would have been better to live in a garbage can instead of living along with these nauseating people.

When he saw the faces of the people walking around the streets, all Caesar could see was their faces filled with gloating and mocking.

He did not know if all he was seeing was real or his imagination but he did not care.

His hatred towards them carried on, increasing the amount by leaps and bounds.

'Not only could you not help her but you all dare to laugh at her death now?' Such are the thoughts running in his head.

'You all still dare to look and laugh at me? Beware that I may kill you all when you were sleeping without knowing anything about your surroundings later,' his negative thoughts towards them increased with every step he took forwards.

Unbeknownst to him, not only were the people on the streets not gloating at him but instead they were worrying while looking at his dark and depressed form.

They all could almost see a black mist surrounding him, giving off an unapproachable aura.

Many wanted to come to him in order to console him but the dark and oppressive air that he emanated somehow made them all scared to approach the man.

They were sad for him but were also now scared of him.

They had never seen the young man being this gloomy and dark.

But they could also understand some of his emotions now, though they could not understand all of his feelings.

Caesar did not know nor did he notice the 'good emotions' of people around him. Instead, all he could feel were their mocking and gloating gazes as his hatred towards all of them kept on increasing.

With heavy steps, he finally reached his home but the negativity in him did not reduce even by half a unit.

Instead it could be said to be multiplied by an innumerable amount of times.

All his dark emotions and thoughts started hurting his head.

'I want to kill them.'

'I want to kill them all.'

'I want to kill every single person that was alive out there.'

The voices in his head started shouting and screaming making his headache grow even more than before.

He held his head in both his hands and shouted out loud at once to stop the voices in his head, "Ahhhhh!!!!!"