The Law of The Jungle

Igris appeared outside the estate where Dave use to live and hid in an alleyway. He gripped his chest which was aching and his eyes threatened to turn scarlet. 'I have to calm down...mother isn't here to help me'. He began taking slow but deep breaths. 'Luckily, I left in time'. 

He looked down towards his clenched fist.

'Nobody likes me. Not Acheros, nor Dave...maybe Drake should have killed me back then'. His jaw clenched before he spat out. 'Stupid human'. 

His tightly clenched fist relaxed and Igris stared at his palm for a second. The only thing that could take his mind off everything was physical pain.

He folded his hand into a fist and swiftly opened it up causing his sharp claws to quickly come out. In a breath, he was clawing at his upper arm and then across his chest leaving wounds deep enough for a normal person to bleed to death. His breathing became harsh as he did it over and over again till his emotions calm down.