The Rage

He stood there, shaking. I could here his teeth grinding. Flakes of enamel fell as he strained to keep his mouth shut. His eyes bulged as he gazed over my naked body. A pained growl began to rumble in his stomach. I started to push myself backward from him. I pulled myself up by the banister, and started to limp back to my room. He let out an angry howl, and started to shuffle toward me, one hand outstretched, the other clenching the hammer.

I looked back over my shoulder. He was trying so hard to restrain himself. I could see the battle written on his horribly contorted face. His gums bled as he gnashed his teeth. His hard won muscles bulged from tension. Suddenly, he roared and slammed his fist into the wall. I ran as fast as I could to my room. I looked back one more time to see him tearing through the drywall with bloody fingers and screams of pure Rage.

I slammed the door, and slid the bolt lock. I just listened to him tear at the wall, howling with fury. I heard something outside...

"Oh No! Spyder!" I thought. My eyes went wide, and I heard my dad stomp down the stairs. I flung open the door and ran to the banister. I could see Spyder's 67' Camaro parked outside, the driver's door open. My Dad was almost to the door as I saw the door rattle.

Everything happened in slow motion. I could here the brass squeak against brass as the door knob turned. I saw the shocked look on Spyder's sweating face. I saw the blood on his leather jacket. I saw the fireaxe he carried, dripping with gore. I saw every crease of fabric on my father's torn shirt. He raised his hammer at the same time Spyder lifted the axe.

I saw my hand reach out through the rails. "NNNOOOOOO!!!!!!" My scream rang out for what seemed like eternity...