Twenty-Four
I inspected the hatred in the eyes of the man charging towards me. A hatred that consumed him, that ate his heart like acid and destroyed everything around it. Sena gazed back at me. I had not noticed back in the cell how much it blinded him, because I myself had been imprisoned by hatred. What I saw then was a man I could relate to. But now, I knew that it made him weak.
His car approached. I could feel the rising panic of my companions, realizing that all of them were slaves of their survival instincts, of the fear that the adrenaline pumped into their veins. But I knew. I saw what was to come. So much blood. So much death. So pointless, like death always was. This was the way the world was wired. I wanted no more part in this world.
From the corner of my eyes, I saw Björn
