Battle at the academy pt. 3

The hallway is long, sounds that don't belong here carrying down the corridor towards me. What is normally the sounds of students laughing and talking on their way to classes is now replaced with horror. The noises are palatable, pressing on me like a physical weight and threatening to slow me as shadows flicker in my vision. My mind is playing tricks on me, trying and nearly succeeding in throwing me into one of my nightmares. The noises reaching me are so eerily similar to the sounds of my parents' and friends' screams as they were slaughtered in my dreams. 

A pulsing red clouds my vision for a moment as a deep seated rage bubbles from where I had contained it. It's overflowing, and becoming unpredictable. The paltry control I had believed I had on the volatile nature inside of me is slipping.