Invade

Chapter 8 -- Crimson

The world around me seemed to slow down.

It felt like forever, my fist plummeting down towards Thrree's face. The air around me stopped. The sun stopped glimmering behind trees and stayed put. My tear tickling my face as it ever so slowly moved down my cheek and onto my jaw.

Thrree's expression was a little shocked, but something in his eyes told me he knew this would happen. He didn't try to stop me, not even put his arms up to block my incoming hit. He just accepted his pain.

His punishment.

All of my anger, my sorrow, my frustration seemed to flow from my brain to my knuckles. This is what I needed. This is what he deserved. Something knocked on the back of my mind. A little voice telling me 'he's right, there was nothing he could do'. I ignored the voice. This was justification.

Justification for killing my father. For breaking me, taking away one of the only people I could trust. For my mother, who would never get to hold on to my father if anything was upsetting her, who would never get to feel his warmth again. For my sister, who has her heart broken because she liked the guy.

I had never hit anyone before. In all my training in Vulrant I have never once got called out into a riot to help the Xultants and Zytos. The only people I've hit were my training buddies and my instructor. I had never hit anyone outside of that building for any reason. I was proficient at it, my instructor told me I was one of the best fighters.

But I had never used it on anyone until now.

My fist suddenly collided with his face. I could feel his flesh push back and his skull stopping me from going any further. The impact couldn't be any more strong. Everything went back to normal.

Thrree collapsed to the floor. His body sprawled out a bit. He held his face as some blood dropped from his nose to the ground. The little splatter of red shattered against the ground, followed my a couple more drips.

His face was shocked. Instead of looking like he deserved the hit he looked like he didn't need the hit. Thrree's sharp brown eyes shot over to me, looking at me in astonishment.

"Crimson. Why the hell did you do that" he grunted, trying to stand back on his feet.

"Because it's what you need" I growled.

This new found power was building inside of my core. Was it from the dream? Did this new potential help me with this strength to hurt Thrree? I could see images of fights that happened all around me. Different fighting styles and whatnot. I didn't even know what they were. Well, not until Truth gave me the images.

Thrree stood back up on his feet. Fire roared in his eyes like the fire in my dream. The burning red blood that was now smeared away from his nose.

"It doesn't have to be like this Crimson".

"I disagree".

I went over to him and grabbed both sides of his torso. My hands clamping onto his shirt and flesh. He looked at me in confusion.

"What are-"

I interrupted him by picking him up with both hands. I was shocked to see I could even pick up this man. He was way heavier than me by some chance. This new burning energy in me had the strength to pick him up. I gritted my teeth, knowing what I was going to do next.

His whole body was in the air by my grasp. His feet dangling. His hands froze at either side, confused at what I was going to do.

I twisted my body and threw him downwards. The sudden movement was a surprise to me. His body flew downwards. Instead of him falling towards the ground, he was falling towards the hardwood table.