"No, I won't. You Pathetic whore!" Marcus rose his voice, a dark grin on his face. Those words rung in Keith's ears "What did you just call her?" Keith asked, standing up, unconcerned with the fact that he was nude. Marcus almost couldn't help but laught at the loser in front of him, totally naked. Marcus was built like a monster, and Keith didn't intimidate him at all, he was sure he would be able to crush Keith just like last time.<br/><br/>"I called her A Pathetic Whore. She chose a loser like you who I nearly killed over me, practically a God! Everyone in School knows who I Am, but No one would care if you weren't here tomorrow. How much alcohol did she need before you finally got her naked? She's a -"<br/><br/>There was an unnoticeable pause in Keith's though process as he felt something deep in his head snap, breaking away. At first, Keith didn't know what was happening, he just felt a powerful, vicious force explode from inside of him. In that moment, the quiet, spineless loser became something violent and dark. Keith was no longer in control, all of the forced composure over the years lost in the explosion of his most primal emotions. As the unnoticed pause ended, Keith launched forward, his hands balling into fists as he attacked Marcus in a blind rage. Punch after punch, Keith was not there anymore. He hadn't been mad since he was very young, his rage eliciting a beating from his parents. He locked away his emotions a long time ago, and honestly forgot what it felt like to be mad. Keith felt no remorse as his fist slammed into Marcus' jaw over and over again in what felt like an eternity, but was probably less than two seconds. Marcus was not only startled, he was caught off guard and totally flat footed. His eyes were wide with surprise and a hint of terror as Keith seemed to become someone totally different. His face was hardly human, lips curled back to show his teeth and his eyes rolled completely into the back of his head. The blush that he had a moment ago from being intimately close to Alex was now a shade of crimson that was covering all of his skin, his blood like lightning and his heart beating like a thunderstorm in his chest. Having never thrown a punch in his life didn't seem to matter, his memory of a few martial arts documentaries and how Marcus clobbered him were being channeled into his every movement. Every move Marcus made to defend himself or to punch back seem more and more useless as the seconds passed, Keith was out for blood and didn't even need his right arm to tear away at Marcus' defense. Keith kneed Marcus so hard that the brute was momentarily pick up off the ground. When Marcus landed, unconsious, but very much alive, Keith picked him up and threw him out into the hallway.<br/><br/>"Get this filth out of here!" He shouted down to Erika as he slowly became himself "Please" He added as an after thought before shutting the door to Alex's room. Keith was shaking, rage and pain and adrenaline and lust were crashing through his veins and fogging his head as they argued over control. Unable to look at Alex, Keith went and sat down on the ground next to the bed. His breathing was very heavy, and it was so hard to force composure onto himself again. "I- I'm sorry, Alexandria" Keith said, unable to bring himself to call her Alex.