Thread: XXx Rage of the Heart xXx CLOSED xXX

RE XXx Rage of the Heart xXx Zaragnar LD xXX Everything happened so quickly. Too fast for those around the scene to absorb and react to. Just as soon as Darren had exited the room, he spun his head towards the girl who just rushed in, brushing his shoulder as she went by. She was furious. He was certain she'd heard everything and was confronting Sean for his lies. Caught with controlling his own rising anger from being deceived by Sean, Darren wasn't able to calm the situation immediately. And when he finally decided to intercept and break the fight, disaster strike. Sparks started flying all over the place as high voltage bolts leapt from one place to the other, catching Darren in its fray. The man was struck right in the chest, flinging him across the room where he crashed through the mini bar's counter and slammed hard against the glass shelves on the far wall. Ratel fell to a knee, gritting at the pain that consumed his entire being. Luckily, aside from the three of them, nobody else was in the room. Darren shook his head before he rise. Orianne was already gone and Malcolm was now there. His ears were ringing and he was slightly dazed. His shirt now drenched with liquors and blood, myriads of tearing from the shards of glasses that'd sank into his skin. Barely able to hear what the Director was saying, he nodded to the man and knew exactly what to do. Darren went after the girl, ignoring a few concerning comments from the crowd with regards to the glasses on his back. Hissing, the door to the training room opened. In came Darren with clenched jaws. His anger all pent up. But he had nothing against Orianne. He just needed to break or kill something. For a moment, he stood by the doorway, closing the door but flicking the light switch on. His gaze resting over the girl's form. Darren sighed, pinched the bridge of his nose before walking over the control monitor by the wall. He punched the password in and entered the code to bring up a preferred setting. The room instantly changed, simulating an environment by the beach where the sound of crashing waves could be heard and gentle breeze be felt, even the salty smell of the ocean. Then Darren sat himself down not too far away from Orianne, staring out to the horizon where the sky meets the sea, quietly listening to the waves and enjoying the serenity of the view. This is one of many places I always bring myself to at times.. Darren began. It soothed me and sort of made me calmer.. he turned to look at her, almost blurted out her own words where she'd once told him that she could handle herself. ..Look, don't get me wrong but to tell you the truth, I didn't bring this set up to calm you.. It's actually for myself.. I can't believe that son of a bitch dared to lie straight in my face! So he deserved what he got! But I believe, from the look I saw in your eyes, you were not in control of yourself back there.. he paused, searching for her gaze as he recalled the moment he'd turned feral on more than a few occasions. I know what its like! And I know its not easy.. Darren made another pause, carefully choosing his words. So let us work together and find out what's best for you to control yourself.. Wouldn't want you to harm our own people during your fights against the enemies now, would we? Said Darren before he reached over his shoulder and began pulling out a glass from his back. He scowled and then tossed the glass on the sand next to him as the wound immediately healed itself. Another irritation caused him to reach for the next piece, but most of them was just too difficult for him to reach. He was starting to feel uncomfortable, especially when the shirt was sticking unto the wounds.