Anger

[Ivan’s POV]

"Then will you do something about it?" The being asked.

Stumbling, I found myself realizing that something didn’t quite feel right. I was used to being angry. So used to it that I was pretty damn good at controlling it, but this was different. It felt almost as if something was attempting to take over within me, something dark and almost sinister.

Tilting back my head back, I let a roar of frustration escape me as I stumbled away from the being even more. What the hell was happening exactly?

Lifting my hands, I took in the long black claws that were beginning to spring from my fingers and the gray hairs coming from my skin. A metallic taste filled my mouth as I doubled-over and began to heave while pain shot through me.

"What…" I gasped, lifting my blurry gaze to the being. "What is this?"

"Haven’t you figured it out by now?" The being chuckled. "This is the real you, Ivan. The you deep within. It is the beast that slowly grew more and more due to the anger you’ve su