Un-Controlled Rage

The knife stopped just before breaking through K-111's retina.

He had remained completely still, and sweat was dripping from his forehead.

The man retracted the weapon and removed his hood, remaining only with a sort of mask covering the lower part of his face.

Then he looked at him and said: "Well, just as I imagined."

The boy looked at him perplexed.

"You Machine Men are really scary, I think that no one after risking losing an eye like this would have an expression like the one you have right now, however, you can have your knife back."

K-111 stared into the man's eyes, with a blank stare devoid of any emotion.

"Are you afraid now?"

"No".

"Do you want to know something interesting?

When you are born, you're already aware of the fact that what you will be brought up for in the future, it's written in your heart but, it's not only that, in fact even your emotions are regulated through a system that depending on the dopamine stimulus in the brain, decides what impulse will go through the heart, and thus has a perceptible physical feedback.

You aren't afraid because your heart prevents you from being afraid of me.

For example, have you ever had a heartbeat in your life?"

"A what?"

The individual placed his hand on his chest and pushed, then added:

"Something like that."

His heart began to pulse uncontrollably, his breathing started to become heavy, he felt suffocated and his legs were almost giving out under the weight of his body, as if all his energy was being sucked out of him.

"Stop, please."

The man snapped his fingers, emitting a dull sound that echoed throughout the empty building.

The expression on K-111's face changed profoundly.

Anger took possession of him as never before, red capillaries had invaded the sclera of his eyes, like a virus, the veins on his forehead were pumping so much blood that they seemed almost to burst, the color of his face had changed, and the muscles of his face were so contracted that they were almost to the point of tearing, the aggressive stare seemed to want to break through the soul of the mysterious individual.

The heart made mechanical noises, of gears and scrap metal, the rubbing of its metal components created thousands of sparks that produced a strong light, making K-111's chest look like it was on fire

In the grip of a fierce killer instinct, he drew his knife and pointed it at the throat of his former aggressor.

The situation had reversed.