Feral Heart

7/10 Cool.

6/10 Cool character

I'm not sure if many of you are aware of the reason Serene has been inactive.. Her sister posted earlier that she has been in a severe car accident and has been hospitalized. Her sister informed that she should be home sometime next week. I just posted it here so many of you who were not aware will know of her condition.

9/10 O.M.G!!

Derrick stormed out of the crowd as they gathered, blood dripped from his bare knuckles. Before reaching the front of the camp when suddenly he was whipped around by Serene, "What the hell was that, Derrick?" She pleaded, "He pissed me off." He answered, surprisingly calmly. "You nearly beat him to death!" Serene argued, "He's lucky I didn't beat his ass to death! He held his case.  Before Serene could argue more, Derrick stormed off. "This groups broken!" He spat without turning around.
   "Whoa. Watch it brother." A familiar voice of Thomas, a fellow Marksman warn him as he scurried off. Without saying anything in response, Derrick continued to walk in silence.
    "Hey lil brother." Will called from behind him. "The hell you want?" Derrick snarled, he wasn't in the mood to answer anymore questions nor be bothered with. "Saw what you did to Ty's face." He snickered. "Yeah, and?   Before Will count taunt Derrick any longer, he turned the corner to the side of the building and sat against an old dumpster that reeked of rotten food. The male closed his eyes and leaned his head back, sweat ran down the side of his face. His hand was throbbing and creased with dried blood. He didn't mean to beat him as bad as he had, once he started he couldn't stop.
    The cold winter's night wind whistled through the air as Derrick sat on his bed, the sound of his mother's cries on the other side of the thin walls. Derrick stood up from his bed and walked out into the hall, there he found his mother cupping the side of her face and his father with a bottle of whiskey in his hands. His brother Will was in juvie for the third time that past year. "Mommy...?" Derrick whimpered, his father's eyes glared at the seven year old his father walked over to the boy and lifted his hand...
  Derrick jumped out of his light sleep, his hands race to his crossbow that lay beside him out of reflex. "Well that's enough of that..." He smirked before standing up, brushing off his pants and walking to the front of the camp.