~Edward's POV: ~
"Somebody help!" Isabella's rushed voice bursts through the front door.
"Isabella! Is everything okay?" One of the boys rush to the front room.
"What happened?" Harry's voice drenched in concern.
More murmurs are passed and I sigh. Getting up I slip my phone into my back pocket and join them in the next room.
"What the hell?!" I hear myself speak involuntarily once I see what all the commotion is about. "How did this happen?" The anger boiling beneath my skin.
"Angelo-" Isabella starts but I storm out before she can say anymore. I move swiftly with the images of my bloody baby brother flooding my thoughts. Nobody messes with my family. I scan the alleys as I pass them with nothing more than a second glance. My target in mind, I walk for a good half hour before I spot the bastards.
"Hey check out this asshole," One guy cracks. They all look at me and I scoff. They way their standing shows their cocky attitude, like they hold all the power in the world. Well I'm a force to be reckoned with, and once Marcel's up for it, I'll make sure he is too.
I walk straight up to them, grabbing one guys crowbar and kneeing him in the diaphragm.
"What the hell!? Who do you think you are?!" The guy next to him speaks, stepping up to me.
"Ha, I'm your worst nightmare." I smirk, grabbing his arm and twisting it before kicking his arse away from me. They all come after me accept for one. He stands off to the side and watches. By my guess he knows who I am and why I'm here. His fear only shows that he's the Angelo character who decided to mess with my family.
A guy with a baseball bat brings me back into focus on the task at hand when he puts a good blow into my ride side of my ribs. I take the guy in front of me by the neck and fling him and baseball-bat-guy. I punch a few here and there, kicking and pushing them, ridding them of their weapons. I'm putting up a good fight but not without taking a few powerful blows for myself, but I won't let them win, I can't.
I trip a guy, punch another in the kidney then in the stomach, break someone's nose and catch glimpses of Angelo.
After awhile I notice them glances frantically at each other, then they quit coming back for more. They lay around, propped up on walls, pipes, trash cans, tending their bloody noses and sore, beaten bloody bodies. I lean down and pick up my cheap, all black sunglasses, cleaning off the dirt.
A smile on my face as I look down at them, at the reflection of the person inside them. This is when a monster is content, when vengence and pain morph into one big drug. Ain't nobody taking me down. Not the ones who did that to my little brother. My poor little Marcel. This sick fuck is going to pay one way or another.
A dark and menacing chuckles fixates itself like a seed inside me, involuntarily growing, spreading like a disease, echoing off the alley walls. I look up as I take a few more steps closer, closing more distance between us every passing second though he stands a couple yards away.
"You know.. you're really fucked," I chuckle deeply, looking back down. My insidious smile never falls from my face. I can see the fear behind his mask and deep in his eyes. There's no running and there's no where for him to hide. He will never be safe again.
He shuffles a step back as I near 3 feet away. The anger bubbles over and the hatred seeps into my veins as thick as tar. My pleasured evil grin disappears as if it were never there then I take one large step and pull back my fist prepared to attack. Angleo's face grimaces prepared for impact as his friends watch in terror for what happens next.
