Taro crashed into the back wall of the cell, yowling as he collided with the rough stone. Still snarling he leapt to his feet, every inch of his being exuding fury. Hurling himself at the door of the cell he smashed his fists into the hard wood, still yelling at the top of his lungs. Eventually, as his fury subsided, Taro sagged to his knees and sat there listlessly, his head in his hands and feeling utterly misreable. He'd used up every swear word he knew, and some he didn't, and had kicked, punched and struggled alll the way as he was dragged to the prison. But it had all been in vain, and now here he sat, miserable and alone, awaiting his death.
How could this have happened?
Why would Bingo betray him? What had he done? Was this about that night at the ball, or had Bingo just grown bored of him? More likely the latter of the two, Taro thought bitterly. Bingo had always been a cold-hearted swine, even as a boy. But still, Taro had never expected this.
Then a terrible truth dawned on him. He'd been betrayed by the one person he thought he could trust.
For one moment, just that one single moment, Taro despaired. If he couldn't trust his oldest childhood friend then who could he trust at all? Was this world really so cruel as to condemn him to this? Sentenced to death, and all for a pound of silver.
Suddenly Taro felt posessed by an all consuming rage. Silver. Bingo had sold him out for silver! How dare he? After all the time Taro had risked himself for Bingo, watched his back in thousands of fights and lied his own tongue out to save his treacherous skin! Was this any way to repay him?
Well, he wasn't going to stand for it.
Whatever it took, however difficult or dangerous it would be, he was going to escape. He was going to escape from this cess pit of a cell and find Bingo. Then he was going to make that rat wish he'd never sold him out. No. He was going to make him wish he'd never been born. Taro raised his head, a mad glint in his eyes and shouted:
"I'm going to kill you for this Bingo! Do you hear me? I'll kill you! You weasel, you'll regret the day you ever betrayed me. I'll make you pay for this, mark my words, I WILL MAKE YOU PAY!"