The young boy lie bleeding, as the bully's hands vibrated with rage and his face became increasingly flushed with passion. The bully knew not why he felt as he did, it just seemed to be in him to be who he was and to do what he does. He could not explain why his hatred needed to express itself by this means, but this seemed to be the form of expression, through which his hatred could, perhaps, find satisfaction. Yet, he knew no amount of hatred nor means of expression brought true satisfaction — only more rage. This was not the first he had bruised and battered and although his mind would often bring him to consider his actions, he knew of no other way to address his hatred, so he just accepted the fact that it was not a part of him to even give consideration to why he was the way he was — why he was a bully — he just was. He was powerful. He was strong. These were positive traits. Attributes of which he could be proud. At least, that's what he had been taught, since he can first remember.
The wimp, laying on the ground in front of him was getting what he deserved. “He's weak and needs to be punished for it,” He reasoned to those gathered around. “He needs to be taught that, if you're gonna survive, you need to be strong and powerful. You have to learn to stand up for yourself — to fight back. Besides, he's not from here,” the bully contended. “If he's gonna live here, he needs to learn to go by our rules and I don't care about the way things were done where he come from. All this love stuff he keeps goin' on about and the caring and helping others junk was for the weak and didn't fit in here — not in our town — not even in the world. And another thing — all that love and caring stuff never did me any good. I've had to be strong and I learned to take care of myself — nobody else is gonna. Nobody cares about me more than I do.”
The boy lie still on the ground, offering no resistance. He had long ago learned that any sign of resistance, even an act of defense, is often viewed as an aggresive action, further fueling the fury.
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