The feeling overcame him. It was a feeling like he never felt before, one of power mix with pleasure. Looking and his knuckles cover in blood not only his own. He knew he should be feeling some pain, but didn't. Standing over the now unconscious man with is left hand still wrapped in the man's shirt holding tight he laughed a laughed filled with joy and a hint of madness. He let go of the man.

People around him screaming, their sound seemed like faint whispers in a faraway place.

"Stop!" a woman screamed. She was mute to him.

Now looking up he felt... free. Then a hit, he was on the ground with a man atop of him. It was a cop. The world came crashing back. Is arms were in pain as they were be pinned behind is back and his wrist hand cuffed. Then the noise came, the screams, the noise was worse than the pain. He wept.

He was alone and very confused now sitting in a cell. What happen? He tried to remember. He remembered weeks before his boss calling him to his office.

"We are going to have to let you go. You just aren't providing to the company." His boss said almost with a smile.

Then he remembers his wife a few days later. He just got back from the bar.

"I'm leaving you!" his wife yelled. "You're nothing but a useless drunken bastard." Then right before she closed the door. "And I've been fucking mike." The boss.

Then he finally remembered the morning. Going to market and buying a bottle then drinking. He tries but cant remembered how much he drank. Then he was walking and he past a restaurant. Sitting out front on the outside table was his ex boss eating with his wife. Then all he remembers is punching over and over again and the screaming. His wife kept yelling "stop, stop, stop."

Now thinking about this in the cell he laughs and laughs still he laughs.