Red (8/10)

Rage. Powerful, all-consuming rage filled him. He had finally found the man, the thing, that had killed his best friend. He snapped his fingers again and again, creating flames hot enough to melt flesh right off the bone. But the thing, the monster didn't die. 

He snapped again, and again, and again. 

He couldn't stop himself. He was lost to his sense of finally getting revenge. 

He only saw red. As the flames exploded again, and again, and again, and again. 

The monster finally withered, falling on its last legs. 

He went to snap again, when a hand grabbed his arms. 

The red faded.