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Luis didn't know this guy, well more like he didn't know any of these people, or this place, or himself in a way? Everyone kept treating him like they knew him, like they were friends or worse, family!
Point was, Luis didn't know anyone there, but there was this one guy who made him uneasy, it was like someone was pouring acid on his stomach every time he looked at Pac, his hands closed into fists and he wanted to punch him so bad, punch him until there was nothing but blood covering his face. It was a hatred like nothing he had ever felt before, it was burning, consuming, it felt urgent, it was like his brain was telling him to kill before he got killed.
For what was worth, Pac (if that was his real name, who in hell named their child Pac?) was a nice guy, kind and easy to smile, if a bit jumpy and… off putting with his face turning into a skull, Luis could even tell he was a good looking guy if you tried very hard to ignore all the blood and bone, and some of the rotten smell he emanated under sunlight. But even if Luis tried focusing on his good qualities he couldn't ignore the bubbling anger at the pit of his stomach.
There was a night where he almost did something, where he could have become an enemy of the whole town.
He was passing by this new area that had been established a bit ago, he wasn't sure what they were calling it but some of houses had been built around Himaru's stupidly overpriced store and he knew one of them belonged to Pac. Luis was holding organizing his tools on his bag before going home when he heard something, it sounded like a whimper or a moan of pain, it came from the one of the houses, he wasn't sure who it belonged to, but he wasn't just pass the chance to snoop around!
The wooden door was a bit weirdly shaped giving the house a abandoned feeling, like no person had been living there for a long time, the only light came from the moon outside and it all went directly to a blue bed against the wall, he could see a faint silhouette on it and whoever it was they were moving around like someone in agony. Luis put everything inside his bag again and very slowly walked closer to the bed, he wasn't sure if the person was a light sleeper or not, but it was better to not wake up the person whose house he just broke into.
The person turned around one more time, in a way that the light of the moon perfectly illuminated their features, first Luis noticed the dark hair, with very few dark gray strands mixed him and then he looked down and saw, the skull, the rotting flesh. It was Pac.
Luis saw red all of a sudden, the acid in his stomach started to burn like never before and he felt angry, angrier than he ever had been, he could taste blood inside his mouth and before his eyes he could see death, an explosion of blood, limbs being ripped off a body identical to him, blood pouring out of his eyes, it was horrible, it made him sad, it made him angry! He wasn't sure how he knew, but he knew that somehow this was Pac's fault!
He killed him!
He let him suffer!
He robbed him of his memories!
He ruined his life!
Before Luis knew he was in front of Pac's bed, his hands shaking of anger and he wanted more than anything to choke him until all the life left his eyes, he wanted Pac to suffer as much as he did, he wanted Pac to forget who he was.
He looked down at Pac, his whole body shaking as he lifted his hands, ready to put them around his thin and pale neck when he noticed the blood.
The mattress Pac was laying on was soaked in blood, fresh blood too, it looked sticky and wet, and Luis could see the blood coming from Pac's arms, the skin in there was… almost peeling off, like it was hanging by a thread and if anyone as much as breathed near his arm the skin would fall and only bone would be left, it was a disgusting sight but also… deeply sad, when he looked at Pac he didn't see an enemy anymore, a hateful person who would hurt him in the blink of an eye, he saw a dying man.
Luis turned around to go to his own home, what was the point of killing a man that was already gone?