13/3/2047
In a forgotten alley, filled with crumbling buildings and boarded up windows, they were laid, curled up on the floor, alone.
They were not a sleep, instead sad, reliving the many moments of their life, again and again, in their mind.
It had been days since the argument and Wing missed Headzo alot.
They knew they had to do something.
Filled with images of hate and anger and regret, they clenched their fist, before pounding it into the ground.
They repeated it once more, with the other hand.
They proceeded to put every ounce of power into the ground to push themselves up.
They remained there, void of any emotion, for a second or two, before a voice echoed from behind them.
"Get....Up!" It ordered.
They lifted one leg up and rested upon it but they hesitated at lifting the other.
"Get....Up!" It ordered once more.
"No." They said. "I don't take orders from you."
"GET....UP!" It boomed, louder than ever.
Absorbed in fury, they forced the blades, from out of their wrists, before combining them both.
The metallic end pushed up, through the handle, making one, tall, much longer knife, like that of a small sword.
Within an instance of time, they stood and swung the sword in the beasts general direction.
"You....Cannot....Harm....Me!" It appeared behind them.
"Yes. But it makes me feel better to try." They replied.
They moved quickly, turning to face the creature.
"Blade....Down!" It instructed.
In a simple action, they through the sword into the air, it's metal glistening of the Sun.
As it flew, it disconnected into two, before landing, firmly back inside their arms.
"What do you want?" They queried.
"Rather....Rude!" It retorted. "You....Made....Me....A....Promise!"
They rolled their eyes in irritation.
"Can I have some time first?" They continued, "I just lost my only friend." They had pity, in there pleading eyes.
They moved to the side of the ginnel, approaching a discarded chair of wood, and sitting down upon it.
"You....Have....Had....Days!" It screeched in disgust.
"AND IT STILL HURTS!" They shouted, in an array of sadness.
They held their head, securely, in their hands.
"You....Know....There....Is....Only..
..One....Way....You....Can....Move..
..On!" The beast reasoned.
They looked towards the monster of shadows, hate glistening in their eyes.
"Fine." They spoke softly.
The creature couldn't help but smirk a dreadful grin.
"Excellent!" It uttered, "....Who...Is..
..On....The....List?!"
Wing stewed for a moment.
"First up, on the list, is Auther Ledger." They gave in.
"Good....And....Who....Else?!" It asked.
"Cassidy Turner. As well as that gang, plus every one in that fucking pub!" They said, pissed.
"Perfect...." It continued, "And..
..Who....Sits....At....The....Top....Of..
..That....List?!"
"The many dickheads in the fucking cult!" They shouted.
"Well....It....Is....Best....That....We..
..Start....Small!" It suggested.
Wing stood up, accepting the voices inside their head.
"Then Auther Ledger's life is nearing its pitiful end!" They got excited.
The beast began to wander around Wing, in circles.
"And....You....Will....Need....New..
..Cloths....This....Is....Worthless!" It said.
The beast was gesturing towards Wing's attire.
The oranges and blues of the blazer were faded and stained, whilst the arms and legs of the clothing, were ripped and shredded.
"Fine. Tomorrow, I will buy a new outfit, with what money I have left. Then, the next day, I'll take Authers life." They felt at peace.
With A grin, the beast stepped back into the shadows, leaving Wing alone at last.
They looked around silently, before moving to the wall, and taking a seat once more.
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Spawn Of A Mad-Man
ActionTwo children born of similar intelligence and equal sexuality. One is hated, the other adored, yet both meet a sorrowful end only to find one another in a time after death. Connected at first by the need for revenge but brought closer through a conn...
