Hatred

His wounds ached terribly, but he had learned to bear it, the guards dragged him with his clothes drenched in blood. "Why we are hated so much? " He did not understand, he no longer cared. The door of his cell clangs as it opens then the guards throw him in, his whole body trembles with pain when hits the hard ground, then he just listen the closing doors as the laughter of the guards fade away.

He remains lying on the floor a couple of hours waiting for the wounds to heal, it's past the dusk when the pain becomes bearable. He begin to slowly move his arms and careful sits with his back leaning against the wall of the cell, slip his fingers through a hole in the wall and slowly draws a golden chain darkened by dirt. He pulls gently until a small pendant leaves the hole, take it in his both hands and carefully opens it, a photo of him and his sister is in it, she gave it to him the day that he had to leave their home to protect her and their parents, he fled the persecution and avoided incarceration for so long and finally was his family who betrayed him by throwing him, in that hellish place. This object had become the source of his hope and hatred. He could not forgive his parents for what they had done but he knew his sister could not have betrayed him, she wouldn't... or at least that was what he wanted to believe.

The idea of returning home has long been he only hope, seeing that picture was what gave him strength, what kept him alive when all others perished, in the past might have forgiven his parents, but no more, he puts the pendant back into his hiding place, his hopes and dreams were no longer sufficient, now he hated with excess those people, too eager for revenge.

He lies down on the cold hard floor, he needed to rest, tomorrow he would escape no matter how many lives he had to take, he even did not mind his own death. Hatred dominated his life, his existence was only for revenge on the humans who hated him without cause and which had caused him so much suffering, closes his eyes and after a few minutes falls into a restless sleep.

The sound of the metal door wakes him up, a couple of guards come in a after a few moments. "Wake up," shouts one of the guards as he kicks him strongly at the stomach. He barely feels the blow but still responds with a groan, both men immediately grabbed at his arms and began to drag him out of his cell and he begins to think of freedom, begins to taste revenge. He is dragged without much care, they pass in front of the cells filled with the few who as him had survived. He is pulled through the corridors of the prison, leading to where they were tortured daily.

They pass near the kitchen, "the time has come" he says to himself. He quickly placed one foot in front of his body and suddenly gets up, moves his arms and holds both guards by the neck throwing them violently against the walls of the hall, the sound of the impact is heard and both men fall dead instantly.

He must act quickly because there was no much time, he entered the kitchen and walks to the stoves and ovens then continues to the back of the room where there were several tanks of gas, disconnect them and hastened to open the valves to let out the gas, let alone a tank without opening which carry out of the kitchen, across the hall and up the stairs to the office where the guards watch over the prisoners. He rose the propane tank and threw it hard against the door, this went through without much difficulty heading into the room, the guards rose from their seats but it was too late. He raised his hand pointing to the room, a snap of fingers, a spark and everything was engulfed in flames.

When he woke up was lying on the floor with numerous burns on the body, much of the roof and walls were still in flames, with difficulty he stands up and holding up against the wall enters the office, screams are heard at the bottom, it appears that his teammates have taken advantage of the confusion. Check the room, no one left alive, he feels a dark satisfaction at having achieved his revenge. Now there is something to be done, he calmly returns to his cell and pick up the pendant.

He sees it again, it still not ended, his revenge was just beginning.