Madness 1

"We are all mad here." He said with a dark gleam in his eyes. I looked my former friend up and down. Gone was the thin introvert I once knew. The man who stood before me now was wolf lean and most assuredly insane. I watched as the cherry red fire ax shifted in his hands. He was giving some rousing speech about the liberating freedom of anarchy and insanity to his followers. I could barely focus on his words with the pain from my restraints. The rope was biting deep into my skin. I tried to block it out and focus on my friend-turned-adversary. He stood tall and shirtless before me; sweat gleaming across his features. "And this is why we must show them the greatness of our ideology! We must force them to receive us! We must be heard!" The words exited his mouth as nonsensical bile to me, but to his followers it was gospel. I looked up at him as he grinned at me and raised the ax above his head. I watched as it came slicing down, and the world became a black fog of nothingness.