blood was on his hand... the judges look on with horror, as well as a look of pure amazement on their face... wat does it takes to kill this man...he had been put on the electric chair, hanged, went through a live firing squad and yet...he still refused to die... worst still, what remains of the firing squad was lying in pieces around him... he had literally tore them into shreads with his bare hands...
"mmm...i din knew i was this strong..." he mused...he look up at the judges, and give them a smile of pure amusement. even he himself, was suprised at the turn of events. he thought he would just die by one of the execution methods, but instead, it turned out that each time he went through it, he only got stronger. strangely, it felt good. as long as he start thinking of how his friend betrayed him and how he killed his fren, the vengeance in him just made him stronger. he was feeding on all these negative energy that just made him stronger.
he slowly approached the judges, not to kill, but to test the extent of his new found powers. the judges backed off. they ran, or rather, tried to ran, as he slowly chased them down. screams of pain and tearing flesh rang out in the darkness, and almost as quickly as it started, the noises died down. all that's left is just the new blood that's flowing on the ground...
