shotgun aimed at my heart

Short post is short. ;-;

Ira was a conflict of emotions — anger, sorrow, grief, disgust, irritation, denial. They swelled within him like a monsoon gaining it's power over the open sea. “I get that,” Ira snapped at Sitri, feeling like the ugly brute had slammed a knife into the depths of Ira's black heart and was twisting it over and over. He had no patience for Sitri to stand there and be entirely redundant. Ira had little patience on his good days and today...today was not a good day. There were a few moments in which Ira was silent, mostly because the thick ball of emotion felt to be lodged in his throat. It was hard enough to swallow and breathe around it let alone talk. A low growl ripped forth from Ira's lips when Sitri apologized to him. “I don't want an apology. I want my mother!” Ira screamed like the grief stricken child that he was. “How could you all let her die?! Who? Who did this?” Ira demanded and took a breath giving no time to Sitri to even begin to form a reply before he screamed again, “Tell me who did this to her Sitri so that I can tear their entrails out of their bodies and leave their hearts for the crows.” He would get his revenge. He would avenge Jinx's death even if it cost him his own life. He swore it he would. Even if it took him years everyone who had let her die would pay the price for it.