Seven Deadly Sins - Wrath 1.

Wrath (Ira) : may be described as inordinate and uncontrolled feelings of hatred and anger

1994.
Since his birth, Tate was full of wrath. In his veins flowed the venom of this feeling uncontrollable. All annoyed and irritated him and made him want to hit the first person he would cross. Everything. Especially his fucking mother. This minx who only cared of the look the others might put at her and which imposed him her lovers night after night, year after year. Men who were hanging before her as if she was a goddess, men who were no better than the crap left by dogs in the street. Right now, a man had broken his family just for her beautiful eyes. This Lawrence, who had killed his brother. Young Tate holds a howl of rage. This man had taken the life of her beloved brother and he would make him pay.
The sound of the alarm sounded in the room the young man. 7:00 am. The time had come. He banged violently on its clock, its members were driven tremors and his gestures were uncontrollable. Tate slipped a black cloak over her small shoulders. Rummaging through his pockets, he found a good stimulant. Drugs. Prepare his usual dose became a real automation and so he could let his mind wander. Questions and images of death tormented him. There was fire burning everything in his path. Tate was death itself. He sniffed his line and immediately felt his effects. His mind was clear. The young man knew what to do and no one turn away the path that he had intended. Rising, he approached his bed. Beneath it hid his greatest treasure. With safe and precise gestures, he grabbed several firearms. From a drawer near, he went out several packets of ammunition. Carefully, he charged them one by one. His noble war was finally ready.