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The buzzing. The incessant buzzing. Like flies ambushing a corpse, feeding on everything that it was. More than anything else, it was the buzzing that had driven Will into giving in. He wanted to prove them wrong.
Will had only been trying to escape the overbearing town he had always known. The constant buzzing of the people around him; their judgemental looks, the prying eyes violating his thoughts, his actions. Nothing but nobody townspeople without anything else to pay attention to. They were nothing more than worn down, good-for-nothing insects that had only managed to live as long as they did because they were surrounded by similarly daft insects.
Of course, he was confused. Initially. The overbearing urges pressing into the temples of his mind, squeezing his wants into one big mass of mush behind the pounding of his eyes. No one had really understood him then. They never bothered to and instead, had chalked it up to nothing but an adolescent attention whore that would eventually become as jadedly ignorant as the rest of the town.
So, in true adolescent fashion, he made sure his dad was dead asleep, propped open the window to his room, and escaped into the shadow of the night.
When he came back several hours later, his cheeks were flush with adrenaline, his hands gilded in blood, and his mind clearer than it had ever been before. The air felt clearer than it had ever been before.
He and the monster had danced.