Ralph let out a ferocious chuckle as his fists collided with the man's face.
'This world could never be a better place, you have to become worse to survive.'
Another harsh blow landed on the man's face. Ralph didn't stop, his heart pounding loudly and the voice in his head whispering. Taunting laughs, mocking glances. He couldn't forget it.
'Fire when consumes you, you are no longer afraid of the heat.'
The man's low unheard grunts, his fist colliding with the man's face, blood splattered all over the floor, his barely moving body. Ralph felt it all and nothing simultaneously. The blood in his veins roaring, searing with rage, with resentment and anger pent up for seventeen years. Blood. He needed more blood.
Breaking heavily he grabbed the small blade placed on the table and flip
