Inspired Element

Bringing in a calming breath through his lips, as he exhaled, he expelled that calmness away, instead embracing the rage that had settled into him. He stoked that flame of anger, not suppressing it and locking those emotions away, but instead allowing them to run wild.

In his mind, that dreadful night played over-and-over: the attack of the mysterious figures, the destruction of his hometown, and the loss of his mother. That look of shock on her face, the dismay he felt, and the final words she gave him.

Endlessly, the regret he clung to, the anger he attached himself to, the blame he stuck onto himself, and the undying vengeance he swore upon his enemies–these thoughts were transmuted into the flame that burned within his stomach.

BA-DUMP. BA-DUMP. BA-DUMP.

Even as that fresh rage boiled his blood enough to begin reddening his complexion, causing steam to begin emitting from his body, he remained unperturbed, unmoving and controlling it.