An ex-killer's rampage

(I've been in a dark mood lately, which is why I've not been posting lately, I decided to make this post as a view into Damon's darker side. you can't kill that many people without having some kind of psychological damage.)

Damon stood just down the street from his house. He suddenly heard screaming coming from deep within his head. He grunted as he dropped to his knees, from the volume and intensity of the screams that were coming from his mind. He finally stood and screamed in anger and frustration, turned his arm into a sickle before slicing a lamppost in half, before laughing a little and turning his arm back to it's normal form. He stood there, waiting for someone to come to see the cause of his vandalism, he would then challenge them to a fist fight, he didn't care who it was.