The Gun His Crown; He The King

Chapter 1

I'd thought to begin...to let you all know that you do not have to read this chapter. It is just a filler chapter and it is just a journey through the main protagonist's mind and feelings. If you pass on this, you will not be missing anything from the story. If it may seem too long and boring please..do not hesitate to skip.

(The story does start off a little rocky, but I promise it does get better as you go on. The plot will thicken and I'm sure you all will like it.) 
Enjoy.
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Through the art of Anger

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As she laid the first blow, she felt the impact cause her heart rate to dash, and her adrenaline to begin its speeding process.

She laid the second hit, and a loud thump echoed throughout the four corner sealed wall.

A small satisfactory smile lit her face.

Soon enough she threw the third hit in a swift motion.

She felt the penetration of its surface with every punch and kick she threw. She circled it, as she threw different combinations of hits.

As time ventured on, she decided to work on her elbow strikes and hook punches.

The impact of the blows shadowed her pent up anger. All her frustration and irritation that she bottled in, that she was unable to let out because when or if she did she was judged for it. She was always being criticized and frankly because she was angry, she was assumedly wrong for it. Whatever she did was an issue. So instead, she bottled it up and these were the times that she was able to physically allow and show how much dissatisfaction she had and felt within.

Every jab that she threw, every strike and every punch reeled back to her anger. The instability of the mind was such a hard working piece of art. It was like a way of mechanics. Different machines, different instruments playing part in the workings of every single aspect of the mind, every millimeter piece of the well doings that the mind hid. It held so many query objects that were yet to be studied and fully discovered.

For her all the well, anger broke through its passage and seeped through the caging it was held in. It leaked out slowly like a river finding an open and empty bank. It absorbed her thoughts and took over the cords of her mind. She of course was angry at the world; there was always something going wrong. All in all it had been believed to be her doing. She had seemed to be the very stone, from where all the problems emerged.

The feeling of vexation in the abdomen and physical body was so much more different than of that in the cerebrum. When it came down to your lower organs, the anger always felt so sickening. As if a whirlwind of butterflies had erupted in the pit of your stomach and taken over and become something of much more atrocity. It was so hostile to the body and it coiled around every vein and every intestine within you. It was like it was waiting and allowing an upcoming earthquake to erupt, beginning from your atoms heading to your cells and then soon enough it showed its true form. Your body just becomes to tense and your stance turns rigid in its wake. The vibratory movements of your bones flesh and skin just becomes all the more apparent. This was when your mind begins to play a part. Where it's becomes apparent that you can't really focus on much of anything and the only thing evident is the source of your anger.

The heat continues to flood your veins and take over your body as the rage builds on and on. It becomes a point of distress when you feel as if you're choking on the simple oxygen and carbon dioxide that is supposed to keep you alive. As the indignation rises to its clutch and reaches your gullet and that is where everything seems to take a turning point. Not for what you think, but for the fact being that you are unable to do much for it. You have to hold back the release of anger that you so badly want to let out. That's what makes it all the much worse. Being unable to fume, unable to blow a fuse because apparently you have no right to hold any sort of anger. That you will be wrong for it if you did. That's when something breaks inside of you, once that information is released. Just as if you were a lion caged in for doing no wrong, and all that was done was it was itself. Doing what it knew best, but now it was held down by whips, cords and chains with no means of escape and no way to speak out.

Anger was power, or atleast it was one of the few types. The one where it's a small thing that frustrates you, and after a while you'll forget about it. Power and anger were like bundle masses that could go equally and become one as they came hand in hand.

Anger drove a certain type of power that wanted to be released. Anger that fueled and forced a power-hungry man to the brink of his core, practically to his own insanity. Well that's the negative kind of power anyway. They say there's a way to balance anger with power so it doesn't come to be negative, but she never really believed so.

Now, there's the anger where all you see is red, there's some bitterness and overtime, it gradually transforms into your anger. It sinks and drowns your veins and leaves you nude and vulnerable. That red, really takes control of all your inner being. It blocks your mind from being able to form any rational words or thoughts. It blinds your sight to a point of narrow vision, where you can only see your target in the pitch of blackness it has swallowed you into, and your target only. It's like a spare moment in utter oblivion. An unforgettable relapse into a black hole.

Anger just doesn't have to be handled with words or fists. Anger can be silent and deadly, it can slowly and unexpectedly slither up to you and attack like a venomous snake. It's a type of dangerous anger, one that can destroy everything you believe in and everything you worked hard for.

She didn't care if her arms had started to get sore, she kept going. Blow after blow. She did not stop. Her punches and strikes just became harder and faster. She was taking all of her anger out on what was standing before her.

Many things were done out of spite and anger, thrown everywhere like an intricate design designated for a certain situation. A string of curses usually followed suite and flowed like the movements of a lethal king snake. It was like a body of art with a cloud of steam that followed and drew in the room like the frail and loyal body art that hugged our flesh. Out of spite and anger: hate was most likely to form. Either the hate as deadly as it was, could have been a harmful ball of truth or even just an unintended set back of the moment. Whether it was meant to happen or not, the effect was still there just like the after effect of an earthquake, tornado or even a dreadful flooding, that caused untimely disasters in its wake. Very visible in the end, and it couldn't be undone.

Rather for her, she could not even do anything out of spite or anger because all repercussions fell upon her, in deadly ways than another. It was like a rack of bowling balls for her. When one rolled all others followed suite, but yet the first ball would have caused more damage. Like a bear chasing after it's enemy from rage, but in the process would have gotten bitten and held down by the hunter's own formidable jaw that was hidden by the fallen and dried leaves. Her very being was crippled by such spite and unreleased anger, and just maybe it was the way it had to be.

She was a being with no voice. Yielded and unshielded. Like a mime that roamed the earth, a painted image of a being with the inability to speak out, and even the movements it created in replacement in order to show its feelings and emotions was indecipherable.

Anger.. Anger was irreplaceable. Anger was everywhere, and yet anger was trapped in the depths of my soul and this was the only way it could be unleashed.

"We're closing up!" The gruff and masculine voice rang, as he pushed open the doors that lead into the room that she was occupying.

She took one last glance at her routine partner as she held its body still. She turned from it and made her way to gather her belongings.

Leaving the black and grey seamed and stuffed leather bag in its rooted spot.

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