Literature
Part III Chapt One LTWOS
There he sat, staring at the fruits, mentally burning them, shooting them, stabbing them. Hating. It would have seemed quite pathetic any other simply looking in on his life, that he would choose to undergo this mental duel with an inanimate object, but at the moment, he was hungry, and his food had just fought back. Ridiculous, he thought. He had ended his battle briefly to plot against the demon-fruit.
"A stick, got to find a bloody stick..." He mumbled, and he struggled to his feet once more. His hand had stopped bleeding, and his head had stopped throbbing. He looked around. The driftwood on the beach was scarce, but ne