Onism

Chapter 16: A Lesson To Be Learnt

Most if not all children do not understand the art of underestimation.
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She died a child with dark understanding of the world, and he was reborn blossoming with the forgiveness of youth.

I am the student and life is my master.
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Yelling blossomed amongst the mafia men. All of them pointing to Vanya's swelled figure.

The muscle under the pale flesh had bulged grotesquely. His skin stretched, looking as though it were a rubber band getting ready to snap. 'It hurts.'

They could not be blamed. Vanya made for an intimidating sight. The mist flames that disguised his person held strong for the non-flame actives. Showing off his violet spikes for hair, glowing amethyst eyes and sharp white teeth pulled back in a snarl to the mafia men.

His cloud flames churned under his flesh dying the bridge of his nose and cheeks vibrant purple. The purple skin led down his neck, hiding under the fluff of his coat. Big protruding violet veins ran across his skin, the blood vessels looking ready to pop.

The gloves the purplenette wore had shredded, bone nails shaped around each individual digit on his hand. Blood dribbled down the seams of where the bone had ripped from his flesh.

Vanya's person vibrated with animosity. These bastards needed to look at him. His family were not involved in this fight anyways after all.

The cloud dove for a man with a brown scarf to his left. The cloud's arm moving in a slashing movement in an attempt to take out his left leg.

The man with a brown scarf tapped around his hooded visage moved quickly. A trail of barely noticeable yellow sparkles following his movements.

A man from behind pulled on the trigger of his revolver. The bullet grazing Vanya's left arm. A bit of blood speckled out of the wound that glowed a light crimson. Flames of storm moving to consume the arm.

The violet demons won and fought back in quick succession as Vanya somersaulted over the storm. His arms swinging around to grip the man's throat.

Storm flames burned his hands before they could even begin to hover over his neck. The storm leaping away and pointing his revolver towards him.
The mafia man pulled the trigger and a bullet lodged itself into Vanya's right shoulder. Droplets of red rain spattered across alabaster snow.

A grunt of pain falling from the young boy's throat, he swallowed the scream he wanted to release.

The sun from before leapt behind Vanya, a whip lashing out and scoring his pale clothed back. Blood trickled before the wound resealed itself. The flesh knitting together in a hurried manner.

Vanya did not have an opportunity to move.

A man wearing a blue coat pulled a handgun out of his arm holster and shot a dart into Vanya's left shoulder.

And Vanya ROARED.

Blood rushed and sprayed from Vanya's wounds, blood guzzling from the pores on his body. The tranquilizer dart was pushed out of his body as Vanya swelled like a blood filled balloon. The bullet previously lodged in his shoulder shot forth from his body. The bullet sunk into the crimson snow.

Vanay exploded, blood sprayed everywhere. The scarlet body fluid painting the men and its surroundings like a canvas.

Amethyst eyes lurched within its carriers body while they glowed eerily. The globes that helped its owner see having been pushed out from behind their lids. The cloud had torn flesh, blood poring from under his eyelids and the whites of his eyes dyed with red.