The weeks that followed were a blur of sleepless nights, hushed whispers, and stolen glances. Ethan watched as Mark retreated further into himself, his anger simmering beneath the surface, erupting in sudden outbursts of frustration. Mark’s once-bright eyes now held a steely glint, a glint that reflected the darkness that was consuming him from within.
One night, as Ethan sat in his room, studying for an upcoming test, he heard a loud crash coming from downstairs. He jumped to his feet, his heart pounding, and rushed down the stairs. He found Mark in the living room, standing over the shattered remains of the coffee table, his face contorted in a mixture of rage and despair.
“He’s getting away with it, Ethan,” Mark growled, his voice laced with bitterness. “He thinks he can just walk away, like nothing happened. But I won’t let him.”
Ethan’s heart sank as he realized Mark was talking about the driver of the truck. He knew his friend was obsessed with finding the person who had hit his father, but he had hoped that with time, Mark would start to heal, that the anger would eventually subside. But now, it seemed like the anger was only growing stronger, consuming him whole.
“Mark, we need to talk to the police,” Ethan said, his voice pleading. “We need to let them handle this. It’s not your responsibility.”
Mark spun around, his eyes blazing with fury. “No, Ethan, this is my responsibility. I’m going to find him, and I’m going to make him pay.”
Ethan knew he couldn’t stop Mark from going down this dangerous path. He had tried to reason with him, to talk sense into him, but it seemed like his words fell on deaf ears. Mark was determined to find the driver of the truck, and he didn’t care what he had to do to achieve his goal.
Over the next few days, Mark’s behavior became increasingly erratic. He started hanging out with a rough crowd, boys who were known for their troublemaking and their disregard for the law. He spent less time at school, skipping classes, and more time roaming the streets, searching for the red truck. He talked about vengeance, about making the driver pay for what he had done.
Ethan tried to stay close to his friend, but he knew there was only so much he could do. He felt helpless, trapped in a nightmare of his own making. He couldn’t believe that the boy he had known all his life, the boy who had shared his dreams and his secrets, could be so consumed by anger and hatred. He knew he needed to do something, to find a way to help Mark before he lost himself completely, but he was afraid of what might happen.
*Creators note:
Blood Moon 99
How does that feel? Are you sensing the growing tension and the danger in Mark's actions? Where do you think the story will go from here? Any thoughts or ideas for the next scene?
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