Self Destructive
Max lost his mind. He started going crazy trying to download the information that he heard from the president. It was unlike him and very bothersome. His car was barely parked before he jumped down and he stormed inside his room.
His hands itched to lift things, to grab something, and just destroy everything he could. He felt like smashing his face against the wall, snapping his neck to end everything, and punching someone's face until his heavy heart calmed down. His breaths came raggedly as he paced around his room.
Then he started hearing Prescott's mocking voice in his head, blabbering about how he couldn't compete against a man like him even with his status. He could try, but would never defeat him because he has access to all the facilities needed to even start a war. He could hurt people he loves just to achieve his goals, isn't that the kind of man that the heavens punished him with as a father?