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This choice: she'es pissed and cuts teh igit fighting you. • Go Back...Chapter #5she'es pissed and cuts teh igit fighting you. by: scrappykris34   Nothing seriouse the man you had just been fighting roared. Do you know what this guy did? Do you? By this point the dude is basically shouting invthe wardens face. Looking at you you see her frown and her head moves slightly up and down a subtle tell that she does in fact know what you did to be sentenced to this prison. At least thats what you take the mans question to mean since you had done nothing to provoke this kind of wrath since you had you're little run in with that rival gang. As the man rants and raves pointing to you and nearly foaming at the mouth in his anger you cant help but grin as the memories of that night come back to you.
It had started out well enough for you you had left the orphangae to go to the small school you attended sitting quietly through the boring classes. Whne they finaly released you you had heded over to the hang out the group you were assoiciated with kept. The group was known as the grims refering to the large tatto of what appears to be the grim reaper grinning while licking a large blood coated serated knife. Everyone in the gang had at least part of the tatto signaling rank applied to them. Begginers would have a arm or part of the skull drawn first then added to up until they managed tog et the full tatto and become a full memmber.
You had started with the full tatto having been a founding memmber of the group. You had started it it with a group of casual friends who were tired of being pushed around by the other gangs and from there had slowly ganed notierity among the others as a group not to be messed with. At the time of you're downfall you were numbering near 70 memmbers when you had come from scholl to find the hangout painted with the blood of you're friends and the floor covered with the spent rounds that had killed them. You remmber clearly seeing the image of a large snake holding a diamond card in it's mouth having been painted on the wall.
After that it gets a little fuzzy for you you can remmber being vaguely angry but to be honest it was like you were watching a movie more then you were the person doing the action. You had rode you're bike over to the diamond backs hideout and bangged on the door screaming at them to let you in. You can remmber seeing there suprised looks at seeing you just walk to them though they had gotten over that quickly. They had dragged you to there boss and thrown you at his feet. Looking up you saw one of you're friends from the grims nanaly you remmber. She was tied to a block next to the dimond backs boss bruised and battered.
It here that you remmber coming back into you're body here when you realize that you had walked straight into the group who had just destroyed you're whole gang with no weapons or any sort of plan. Instead of dread or even fear you remmber being calm it was almost like even though you were in a situation that meant certain death you could sense you would be fine. This sensation kept the fear back and allowed you to stand before this gang who had taken you;re friends from you and comfront them. And when they refused to listen to you're please that they release nanaly and explain there reasons for the deaths of you're friends it allowed you to take you're revenge.
You remmber standing in that old run down wearhouse standing in front of the pepole who had destroyed the world you knew and for the first time since going into that hideout you remmber actually feeling somthing more then a small far away twinge. As you had stood before these vermin who had dared to take what was you're you had felt a rage so dark and bleak well up you had thought you were going to pass out. They had laughed as you stumbled and cut you're hand they had laughed as you trembled on the gorund. They had laughed becuse they had not seen what you had the blood that had welled from the cut on you're hand had insteda of running down you're hand into the dirt had come out flexing and whipping back and forth almost like a living entity.
As they had laughed at you trembling in the dirt not from fear or sadness but with anger you had been unable to think of anythinbg but the destruction of these pepole around you. Youre blood almost as if it could hear you had flexed towards you moving and weaving in that serpentine manner. Curiouse as to what was going on you had wondered if you could control it and as you thought of this you're mind wondered as to what kind of weapon it could be. When the thought of the blood being a weapon crystallized in youre mind so did it becoming a 3 inch blade of what appaered to be crystal. And still you could feel it moving not just in you're hand but through you're whole body as if it to longed to destroy these pepole who would cause you harm, mock you, and take from you what was you'res. It has to be said that though you were angry at the death of the pepole in you're gang it was not becuse they were friends but becuse you viewed them as belonging to you as indeed you had the school you went to and the hideout they had wrecked.
You had stumbled to there hideout numb becuse you had no idea as what else you should do confused as to what had happened to you're cherished possesion and unable to think of a way to continue the gloriouse game you had started in creating the gang. For you had made it not to stand up to tohers not for protection but to pit you're mind against others to test you're ability to manipulate the world with it's infinate variables around you. You had been numb becuse you had been unable to belive you're game would end with you're defeat while you had not been there to fight the pepole who opposed you. It had taken untill you had seen nanaly another of you're possesion abused by the rival player before you. It had taken him and his pwns laughing at you to galvanize you're mind back into action.
It had taken the awkening of you're bloodlust of you're ablility to kill those who stood before you not with you're pawns but with you're own to hands to show you that you had not in fact lost. No while the gang had been wiped out and you had lost a few pawns and you're hideout you had gained the ability to kill not with th drude weapons of man but with the essence of you're own body. You could know go forward witht he knowledge that you had in fact been born to not just win but kill for why else would it be that the very blood in you're vains had become a weapon?
You remmber clearly sending it in a stream at the group closest to you how only a few drops had hit them and there jeers and torments had turned first to cries of disgust then to pain as the blood had saoked through there clothes and skin steaming and eaating it's way into there own bloodvessels and mixing with it turning it agianst thgem ripping out of them as wounderouse crystal. Had turned it on the group farthes from you biting throguht the skin of you're other hand so as to add to the deadly rain. The fool who had dared to mock and ridicule you and destroy you're poseesions had stared at you in absolute fear as you had apporached him crytstal errupting from the guards and friends he thought gurranteed his sfety you had stood there with blood soaking you and grinned at him for awhile waiting for him to speak.
Eventually he had when he spoke it was not words of defiance or pleads for pity no he countinued to ridicule you albeit not malicilusly but fearfully asking what kind of a freak you were and recititng half remmbered prayers for salvation. You had grinnned as you apporached him shoving the crystal shiv jutting form you're hand into his windpipe and draggin it through his juggler vain freeezing the blood as it gushed from his throat. And you had anwsered thusly that you were neither a frak nor a demon that the divine could vanquish you weere but a better payer of the game of life the he himself had been.
You are pulled from you're musings by a shout from the guard near you and looking up you see the warden bring the blade she carried at her side slashing down on the man who had follishly started a fight with you. As you smell the fammiliar scent of blood you again fell that coursing in you're veins you felt that night and find you're face again contorting into that same demmented grin you had worn as you slaughtered the 100 gang memmbers who had opposed you. I think i shall like this place for my stay here you cannot help but think to you'reself yes truly this is where a person sucha s youreself can thrive and build for the future.   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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