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This story is inspiration I randomly got after taking a nap. The main character is NOT my own, and in fact belongs to the lovely LGBTQIA_safety_sheep  Please give him a follow <3 If by some off chance you're reading this without being sent by him. XD
TW: Exaggerated inaccurate mental disorder, blood, extreme violence, cannibalism, & violent thoughts.

A young man wearing a black hoodie stalks through the city covered by night, his yellow eyes piercing the darkness as he peers around cautiously. He was used to this route, he took it every day. But that didn't mean an opportunity for some.. Anger management, wasn't around any corner at any moment. He couldn't help a small smirk that spread across his lips, the idea of someone stupid enough to approach him becoming his prey exciting him. He moved some of his raven black hair out of his face and glanced to a dark alleyway. He could swear he saw the shadows moving.. He shook his head, tucking his hands into his hoodie pocket and putting his head down again.

'You can't wait to get your hands bloody again, can you?'

'Who says you have to wait for someone to approach you?'

'It's been so long... You need it. You need this.'

"I can't claim self defense if I'm not approached.." The boy mumbled, glancing around as the voices seemed to take shape as shadowy monsters, surrounding him and speaking lowly in his ears.

'But that won't matter.'

'We all know you can cover your tracks~' one caressed his cheek. The boy cringed

"Fucking- Touch me again I'll fuck you up-"

'And how will you do that?' It laughed, touching his arm. He cringed more and growled.

"You don't gotta do all this to convince me! Fucking morons... If I kill tonight you better not fucking touch me ever again."

'No promises~' they cackled, disappearing back into the shadows. The boy ran a hand through his hair, putting his hoodie back. He glanced up at the night sky as he thought. He needed to prepare. Just a few things should do the trick, then he could do it. He put his hood back up, looking down and continuing home. The whole way he was scratching his hand. He did this to feel something other than the anxiousness. He was close to his home when someone stopped him.

"Put your hands up," they told him calmly, an audible click threatening a gun. He couldn't help the wolfish grin that spread across his face as he raised his hands into the air by his head, back still turned to the person who stopped him.

'Kill him' 'Blood' 'Kill, kill, kill' 'Show him you're his worst nightmare' 'Murder him like the twisted Freak you are'

They all seemed to speak at once, eyes appearing in the shadows all around. The man began to try to reach into the boy's pockets. When he felt the hand with the weapon was also being used to search him, he felt his excitement for action turn into action.

"You fucked up!" The boy laughed as he had whipped around and knocked the man back on his ass, dropping the gun. The man's eyes widened as he saw the inhuman wolfish grin spread wide across his face. The grin put his sharp fangs on display. A crazed look in his yellow wolfish eyes made this man realize just how badly he had screwed up.

The boy pounced on him, the man screaming and trying to push him away as the boy sunk his sharp fangs into the soft flesh of his neck. The man's screams turned into pathetic gargling and choking, the boy ripping off a large chunk of flesh from his neck. He chewed and ate some of it, laughing as he used a knife to cut open his stomach. The man was still alive, reaching for his intestines as the boy ripped them out with glee before the man's arm dropped and his eyes went dull. The boy continued to rip out organs until he got the ones he wanted, licking the blood off his lips as he stood up from the body. He began to happily continue his journey, enjoying the few moments of silence he got from the kill. He hummed a happy tune as he seemed to disappear into the shadows...