The beast crying

Restless, Paul stopped to see his "master piece". Under his right foot he was keeping restrain the frail neck of Andrew, staying as tall as he was to enjoy even more the humilliated face of the young man laying in the ground. Andrew's smile, once haughty, was replaced by undecipherable pleading screams. While reason returned to Paul's mind, he could saw the messy blonde hair of Danielle moving trough the unkown crowd, as if she was waiting to judge his acts.

In more than just a few ocassions, the young man of pale face and long black hair felt rage invading him in front Andrew's doings. However, Danielle's voice was always there to remind him that it was worthless, no matter how many punches he'll throw there won't be a relief for his offended soul.

The tenderness of the childlike face of the girl gave Paul the confort needed to endure the constant humilliations from Andrew's wicked tongue - the same that was now moving senseless in his mouth when so close to the ground. Watching Danielle consumed by sadness because of the actions of that man he hated so much made Paul questioning everything she taught him, leaving him without strength to face the anger. He felt deceived watching the girl's tears and how they had more value that his violent desires.

While Danielle faded under the untamed sorrow, Paul let his hate took him to Andrew's perverse smile. This time there was nothing restraining his desire of ending the taunts of whom had became his nemesis, because the only voice able to control his rage was silenced by crying.

Just one push was enough to throw Andrew to the ground, falling on his face over the black floor, under the laughter of some and the reproaches of others. A few hands hurried to contain the agressor; however, Paul was dauntless while expecting the answer of the man standing up, expecting for a reason to attack him.

The clumsy mockery that fell from Andrew's mouth was as inconsistent as the weak stroke he threw at Paul, unable even to move him. While a new punch was about to hit Paul, who had started laughing, Danielle walked to him asking for him to be released and then she searched his gaze. The emerald eyes of the girl had lost their usual tenderness, invaded by the cautivating mix of anger and vengeance.

A new punch hit Paul's chest, distracting his gaze and unleashing his rage. Seconds later Andrew was falling to the ground again, this time with the face covered in blood and weeping in pain, but Paul wasn't satisfied so he kicked the young man while he was dull over the floor. In front of the mute witnesses around them, Paul placed his boot over Andrew's neck, laughing wildly at the blood while he lit a cigarette.

Danielle softly hugged Paul, sliding her small hands over his tense arms. The sad tone had left her voice when she whispered to Paul 'We can go now' and took his arm to walk to the stairs toward the exit.

They were only a few steps away when Andrew's voice sounded behind them, lacking the usual confidence. 'What a pityful couple. You are really made for each other,' he said standing up with difficulty while wiping his tears and some of the blood on his face. Laughter invaded the place when Andrew fell for the third time, because this time the hit came from the delicate hands of Danielle.

When they were walking away taking hands, the blonde hair of Danielle fell to rest over Paul's shoulder. Not only one demon was defeated, for the beast that again cried and bled on the floor was accompanied by the angry monster that dwelled for so much time inside Paul's soul.

For Danielle and Paul there were not going to be anymore humilliations nor hate. Finally they could love each other.