R A G E - a damsel[ed] fanfiction

R A G E

"Gatsby!!" he shouted, his deep voice filled with sorrow and fear and the tension in the air palpable. A few weeks ago, Angelo Fibbs was, for the most part, a normal seventeen-year-old. Now, though? His whole life was based around death. His tall, bulky frame was hunched down and his knees wobbled as if he would collapse at any second.

Then, without warning, he screamed. He screamed and screamed until his voice was hoarse and his throat was sore. His long, once nice hair was now shaggy and dishevelled, concealing his strong, once handsome features that held a pained expression with long, sweaty strands.

"You... did... this... " he said, quietly yet his voice was full of emotion.

"YOU! DID! THIS!!" he screamed, in what started in anger but quickly turned to pain. Then, in an eruption of black blood and purple flame, his back exploded. The first thing anyone noticed about him now was the long, purple leathery wings droopy and folded sprouting from his back. They looked like a bat's wings, but much larger and enshrouded in a dark purple aura. In fact, he was enshrouded by a dark, menacing purple aura. The last thing anyone saw of his face before it was completely hidden by the small purple particles floating around him and spreading through the room was his eye-patch disintegrating due to the sheer power coming from his body. The last thing anyone saw of his face that day, was his almost healed eye. It was

P U R E B L A C K .

His large hand rose, long thick basketball players' fingers pointed at the killer. The one who killed his best friend right in front of him. Catalyst. His long, shaggy hair started to whip to and fro around his head, his clothes moving as if he was in a strong wind. The others felt it too. It was as if there was a gale coming from his body. Suddenly, the wind died down, everything was quiet as if waiting for Angelo to do something. Catalyst's hair exploded in purple flame, his best friend's killer's screams brought a straight-toothed smile to his face. The flames went out, but everyone could tell he wasn't even nearly done with her yet.

Purple particles shoot from around Angelo's body towards her, picking her small body off the ground and slowly, but surely, bringing her toward him. More particles flew to her and started ripping large chunks of flesh off of her arms, legs and chest. There was no blood, Angelo's particles blocked Catalyst's wounds from bleeding and stopped her super-healing. Her loud, painful screams echoed throughout the warehouse. He stretched his arm out, opening his palm and more particles flew from it. Now towards her metal mask. Once they reached her, they started tearing and ripping it into pieces. Angelo grasped a long, jagged piece of metal from the air around him and took two strong, confident steps toward catalyst. He wrapped his fist with the metal, bending it as though it were paper. At this point, catalyst was stationary in the air in front of him, weak and vulnerable, clearly terrified and in pain. Angelo had nothing to say. Nothing to lose. So he drove his fist right. through. her. chest. He pulled out a still beating heart and shoved it down her throat as she expelled her last, eternal breath in the form of a terrified scream in pain. But it wasn't over. There were still other villains in the room. Mainly, Catalysts boss. Angelo's father. Fallout. "He's next," Angelo thought.

By then, Angelo J. Fibbs could only feel one thing.

R A G E

woo! it's done. I might write a second part where Angelo fights fallout but its whatever. I'm bad at writing fighting scenes but ya never know I might try :/ thanks for reading guys!