Page 64 of London's Calling: Part 1

A roar bursts from me as I swing my arm, connecting with anything and everything within reach. And I keep going, spiralling as my body fights against the pain, showering those around me with a wrath matched only by the gods.

Strong arms wrap around me, locking my own to my side, but I continue to fight against the restraint. I don’t stop until my body is slammed to the concrete, knocking the air from me. Words slowly seep beneath the red mist that claimed me.

“I’ve got you, man. I get it, but you need to stop. Breathe, Mickey. I’ve got you.”

I let his words wash over me, calming the beast inside. Just as I begin to relax, the heavy weight over me disappears and is replaced by someone firmly pinning my arms behind my back. The cold snap of metal on my wrists clears the last of my anger, and I collapse to the ground.

A broken man.

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To be continued…