14 CH13:G:The Raging Path

"I believe the blood status have a severe effect on the mentality of the individual who has attained such a unique trait. Overconfidence in oneself, and a superiority complex with far reaching consequence from childhood to adult. Thus bred the Nobility." Journal Entry #14 Radolf Altmata.

Clang!

Gulcasa feels the sensation of the iron chains holding his shackles snapping. His wrists are still bound with the iron shackles, but he can now move freely with his arms, though the weight could impede some of his movements.

Will hearing the snap of iron clinking focuses his fascinated stare from Gulcasa's muscular form, down onto his arms.

Gulcasa felt so heavy and so hungry, so hungry that his rage began to build up out of the desire to feed.

The campfire spits and brazes around the three men who were happily feasting on roasted rabbits.

"Aye, member that lass we had a go of two weeks back." The fat bellied man says who Gulcasa heard was named Blake. The lanky man Pete, belched out a chortle at the fat man who was rustling the fire with a branch.

"Still remember those moans." Pete calmingly mumbles, staring deep into the fire. Gulcasa eavesdropping on their camp talk gritted his teeth. These men, are not helping him in trying to keep his built up rage from exploding. He needed time to think clearly, but the furor of his starvation cripples his thought processes to only just kill and feed.

"More like squawks on how small tis was," Phillip says, the stubble man threw a pebble into the campfire, prompting it to spit back on the audacity of its disturbance.

Gulcasa focuses his inner thoughts from the craze hunger into a viable way to escape his confinement. He ganders down the rope that was tieing Will and him to the trunk of the tree their backs were upon.

Now that Gulcasa's hands are free to move, he clutches the two layers of ropes on his bursting chest. His fingernails dig into the straw fibers of the rope, glaring down at his strength, he began to tear the rope apart from his person.

Phillip swivels his head from the fire to the two shadowy form tied up to the tree. He glimpses Gulcasa's shadowy form rhythmically shaking.

"Hey Peter, did tie the rope too tight? You might have suffocated one of our merch." Philip sneeringly says to his counterpart. "Go on take a look" he continued.

The rustles of feet stomping towards him, made Gulcasa swivel his head up to glimpse the lanky Peter heading his way. Gulcasa is not there yet, he still hasn't completed his task of ripping out the final rope out of his person.

Will staring at Gulcasa motions surmises that his big friend found a way to escape their confinement. Will swivels his head towards to Pete headed their way.

"Hey, heard the story about Hercules?" Will spouts out, with anything that ran through his thoughts. Lanky Pete swivels towards Will, the man snarls.

"What you on about boy?" The man suspiciously inquires. With the man eyes off himself, Gulcasa finally tore off the last few straw fibers of the rope that was holding him.

Will felt the rope loosen reflectively says,"Oh it's nothing, just reminded me a story I used to know." He turns to Gulcasa, giving a slight nod. Pete halting, glaring at the both of them curse their names. The lanky man continues his walk towards Gulcasa, only a few paces away.

Gulcasa trying to hold his rage at bay was ready to spring out and tackle Pete into the ground.

"Hurry the fuck up, ignore them. Just check their bindings." Phillip says at the campsite. The lanky man turning his head to reply to his nominated boss, says in reply.

"Yeah, yeah was just-"

Gulcasa sprang out behind him, reaching for the man's neck. Peter turns to the commotion, a grip surrounds his neck, as he stares up towards Gulcasa rage fueled eyes.

Gulcasa was meant to tackle him but his reaching left arm went directly towards the man neck, his right-hand hesitantly follows.

Gripping the man's neck, Gulcasa began lifting his prey up into the sky while choking the life out of him. Pete's fellows stare in disbelief as Gulcasa began strangling their mate. The fury sparked in Gulcasa eyes as he watches Pete's face go from pale surprise to suffocating blue.

"Get your blunderbuss you fool!" Phillip panicky shouts at the fat-bellied Blake. Blake reaching his hands down to the blunderbuss beside the log of where he sat. He grabs the blunderbuss and began to direct its point towards Gulcasa and Pete.

Will was nowhere in sight, he must have left during the commotion. Gulcasa did not care though, all he cares for was his hunger and the rage thumping inside of him. Thump. He squeezes the life of the lanky slaver. Thump. He hears the snapping sound of the neck breaking. Thump. Piercing flesh with his fingernails starts to burst with spurts of blood.

Bang!

A small iron ball skid across the left arm of Pete's dead and hanging body, the iron ball ricochet from the man's arm, curving its trajectory to embed itself on Gulcasa right shoulder. Gulcasa felt the sting of the hot iron ball lodging into his muscle fibers. The wound was not deep though, because of the fibers of his muscles were strong as leather, which then halted the iron ball entry to dig further.

Gulcasa snarls at the annoyance. His strength was beyond imaginable, he threw the corpse to side, 30 paces away. The shock expressions of the two men at the campsite turn from shock into utter fear. The half-naked Gulcasa, splattered with Pete's blood began to stomp down towards the two men.

"Reload your goddamn gun, you fool!" Phillip screeches at Blake to reload, as Philip gander in search for his flintlock. He found it in front of him, but also 10 paces away from Gulcasa. Gulcasa slumbering march savored his urges to rush towards the men and rip them apart. His left arm was twitching mighty to the blood on him, his focus was blurred by blood rage inside of him.

Blake shakily puts a bullet into his blunderbuss, he gingerly lifts his blunderbuss, pulling back the hammer. As soon as he did, he pulled the trigger. No sounds of fire, Blake curse himself he forgot to funnel a smidge of gunpowder. Gulcasa left hand instinctively sprung out, gripping the muzzle of the blunderbuss. Gulcasa pull the gun from Blake frightened grip. Pulling it out of his hands, Gulcasa began to sway it up then slam into Blake cranium, once, twice, three times.

It was so many times, Gulcasa's rage felt elated at the sensation of crushing the man's cranial skull. Bone fragments began spurting out with the blood every time Gulcasa slammed Blake's blunderbuss over onto Blake collapsed head.

Phillip in utter disbelief was horrified at the scene he was witness to. Phillip realizing his only way out of this disaster was to kill the thing while it's in its frenzy. Skirting behind Gulcasa while he was occupied, he took the pistol and aim it towards the madness of the man known as Gulcasa.

A shot was fired, Gulcasa did not feel the bullet lodging on his left shoulder plate, all he felt was the sensation of gleeful rage. He halts his rage-induced bashing to the collapse skull of the man formerly known as Blake, now just a corpse without a body. Gulcasa turns facing Philip.

The rage excitement glimmers in Gulcasa eyes, as he spots his new found prey. Gulcasa began steadily lumbering onwards, inevitably and inexplicably for Philip horrified form. Gulcasa thumbs went both into Phillip's eyes, he pushes them in. Getting a hook in both the man's eyes he began tearing apart the man known as Phillip.

Gulcasa felt exhilarated at the carnage he was and is causing. The rage sated with the blood of his prey began to ebb. Clarity took him then, his thumbs in the dead man's eye holes, with its flesh nearly torn in two by Gulcasa's rage-induced pulls. He let go of the man. He stumbles back at the horror of it all, he steps back on a puddle of congealing blood, seeping out from Blake's collapse skull. When the horror of what he did finally get into him. 'I did this, no...please no.'

"I gave you my life…" The voice of his deceased brother creeps into his mind. Gulcasa felt so frightened on what he has done and has become, he did not hear the rustling behind him.

"Cool off now, they are dead, don't need to keep on beating a dead horse." A young familiar voice says in the darkness of the night.

The campfire spat out sparks, crippling the silences of this bloody night of slaughter. Gulcasa turns his head towards the Blonde boy with golden pupils. He was holding Blake's bloodied blunderbuss on his hands.

"Now calm down." Will he soothingly says, Will Shakily form shows how frightened he was to Gulcasa. Gulcasa looks at Will with utter devastation of what he had done.

"What have I done? What am I?"

Gulcasa yearning Will to answer his desperate existence. Will trying to calm his fraying nerves, steps back away from Gulcasa, dropping down his aim of Blake's blunderbuss.

Gulcasa glaring down his bloodied hands.

"I have an idea, but I am not sure." Will hesitantly says.

"But we should get a move on. The blood will lure who knows what that hunts in this forest."

Gulcasa glances up to Will with a newfound hope on some answers. Will, placing the blunderbuss to rest on his shoulder, began looting the camp for anything useful.

"You going to help?"

Gulcasa turning to back to his hands, and to the bloodied corpses. He went towards the first man he killed that night, for he was the least bloodied of the three. Pulling the man's shirt off and putting it on his person. The man was lanky, but his clothes were stretched, it was a tight fitting. Then he realizes his strength is still in a high Stat rating.

{Strength: 20+}

Putting his strength rating back to where he first set them, his body deflates down to the body he started with during the time he woke up after the battle. He felt exhausted at the strength he used, his muscle fiber loosens, still, tort but not bursting out of the seems tort. He felt hungry and exhausted at his very core, but there is no time to relax. He needs to leave this place behind him, at all cost, for the price he thought he had paid was his sanity.

Walking by, he found a patchwork coat the stubble man Phillip was wearing, it had hard leather edges, but the wool of it felt durable and warm. Will took ropes with him, Gulcasa did not know why but ignored Will's preferably looting.

"Let's head south while the moon still lit," Will says.

Gulcasa perception was at 20, so having twice the average man's eyesight, his eyes refracted more light. He could see the trek they are heading towards. He does not know where it led to, but as long as its anywhere but here.