The Last Straw; A Creepypasta (Warning: not for young users)

[TheMaster1234]

Hatred.
Hatred like he’d never known before.
Hatred which rippled up and pooled out of the deepest depths of his dark, stone-cold heart.
His growls rattled the walls like an earthquake.
His scream sliced through the crowd as though it wasn’t there
His tears fell steadily from waterways, unstopped, un phased by the immense anger arising and boiling over the edge of the pot of what was once common sense.
He can no longer think strait, red had clouded and blurred his vision to the point of no return.
He picks up the knife beside him in the pool of thick red liquid in which he sat and, with his head down, stands.
He slowly, in a faltering way that can only be described by watching a marionette.
He tilts his head back, his arms hanging limply by his sides, knees slightly buckled.
He laughs.
And laughs.
And laughs.
He laughs until he can’t laugh anymore.
The crowd was silent.
Too silent, he decided.
He slowly looks down at them, blood-lust in his eyes.
Insanity had finally forced it’s way into his soul entirely.
He had finally snapped.
This was the last straw.
He would make them pay.