Don't Underestimate The Bad Girl

Rage

Ik this chapter might be a lil confusing but this is Angel in the 7th grade. Picture of Takeshi below ;) Enjoyyyyy

"What the fuck do I need a Katana for?" I asked. "It's not like in the middle of a mission, I'm going to run out of bullets and say 'hey why not use a goddamn katana!'"

"Stop cursing." Takeshi said. "The Katana is not a weapon it's a—"

""A spiritual element blah blah blah. I got it. That—"

I felt myself flying through the air and hit the concrete wall.

"What the fuck?" I coughed.

Takeshi walked up to me and crouched down. I looked away not being able to meet his dark, cold eyes. He gripped my chin and forced me to meet his eyes. His cold glare sent goosebumps through my body.

"You have so much rage and destruction within you. This is a place where you can let it all out. It's not healthy to be bottling all that anger up."

I coughed, "Says the one who just flung me against a wall."

His lip twitched and he stood up, pulling me up with him.

I realized there were three other men in the room with us.

"Let the anger out Angel. Show me what you are capable of. Prove to me that you aren't that weak little girl I met months ago." His voice boomed from the other side of the room. He tossed me the katana.

I caught it and looked at the men in front of me.

It was like a fire. A fire in my chest. Growing. Spreading. Burning.

The first man came full speed at me, flinging his kodachi. I deflected the swings like Takeshi had taught me with a stick.

I plunged the Katana into his gut, the sound of the sword cutting into the air. He stumbled and fell to the ground. Going slump, as the katana plunged into his body again. And again. And again. I felt a chubby hand grip my arm.

I spun my head to meet the man who's hand had a death grip on my arm. He smiled at me with black and rotted teeth. Everyone knew who he was. Gustav. The man who got his tongue cut off by Alex.

I swung my arm over and heard the sword rip through the air. The katana sliced his throat. I closed my eyes when I felt his blood gushing on me. Spraying me everywhere.

Gustav still stood there, eyes wide open, mouth ajar while I was bathing in his blood. I kicked him in the chest, making him fall back like a broken mannequin.

I turned around to meet the last guy. He went to swing his blade but I caught his arm midair. I plunged my katana into his head. Hearing the crack of his skull as the blade went straight through. His eyes glazed over and I pulled out the katana.

He fell onto his side, laying in a pool of his own blood.

I fell to my knees, not caring that I was drenched in blood.

I probably looked like Carrie.

My thoughts were interrupted when I heard a scream. Tears feel out of my eyes when I realized it was my own. I had been screaming the whole time.

"Decent for a 7th grader, but you did horrible. I expected more from you. We have much work to do" I heard Takeshi say. He sounded far away. Almost as if he was under water.

I sobbed and I sobbed until I felt like I might drain my body of liquids.

"Rage, blood, and tears are what make the perfect killing machine." Takeshi said. Why did he look disappointed?

I had never seen him smile.