Through the Oval Lens

In his young life, Dalton had never experienced how it felt to hate, to desire violence upon another. But his compulsion to act felt natural, instinctual. Endorphin-fueled rage surged within him, an urge to hurt, and to punish. He pulled away from his rifle scope and the unloaded weapon. Inside his closet, five gun cartridges lay scattered across the wooden floor.