Wouldn't it be lovely? \\Shidge//

Chapter Twenty

I lunged at the Galra, my fist connecting with his face. Every time he tried to hit me back I managed to block it and turn it back on him.

He tried to kick me away but I took ahold of his leg with both hands and somehow used all my strength to twist him around so he would land on his face.

I laughed at him as he stood up, his face filling with rage. "Why you little," He said, his voice getting louder with each word. You could hear how frustrated he really was.

"I suppose you're right about that, I am rather small." I stated with a smile. He scoffed and lunged back at me, this time grabbing my hand. He launched himself behind me, wrapping his arm around my neck, his other hand gripping my hair to hold me still as he tried to drain the life out of me.

"Lik- I said-" I began, gasping for air as he applied my pressure to my throat. "I- I don't g- go down s-o easy-pa-l." I managed to choke out. I opened my mouth and plunged my teeth into his arm, using his natural reactions against him.

He pulled back his arm, which I then grabbed and twisted it around, the Galra going with it. I held his arm behind his back, the rage filling up inside of me and finally-crAcK- his bones split as he screamed out in utter pain.

"That was for my family!" I yelled at him, I let go of his arm and pulled him by his hair which made him twist around so he could see me. His face held such fear but I was blinded from it by my anger.

"This is for my friends!" Tears began forming in my eyes.

I raised my knee to his face while also pushing his head down towards my knee, creating more force and therefore more damage.

"This- this is for Shiro!" The tears began to spill but I kept blinking them away. I kicked him at least five times in the gut while he grunted and wept, never had he experienced such pain.

"And this?" I was basically screaming now. "This is for me!"

I kicked him again and threw him to the floor. I had my knees leaning on the floor next to his stomach and my fists clenched, attacking with such force that I didn't know I had.

I hit him over, and over, and over again. I didn't stop. I couldn't stop. I wouldn't stop.

His face was now almost unrecognizable. I was in so much of a rage and with so much adrenaline going around my body, I didn't hear my friends screaming for me to stop as they tried their best to open the cell door.

I wouldn't stop hitting him, so much so that it begs to sound like a beat of a song. It wasn't scary now, I let the darkness take over and it made me stronger. Nothing could stop me from saving my family now.

Nothing could stop me from killing this Galra, but I wanted to make him pay for what Zarkon did, for what Sendeck did. I wanted to send them a message. And I'm sure my message would get across with this...thing that I'm attacking.

His face was covered in blood and instead of screaming in agony, he seemed to accept the punches, each and every one.

His head would lean left, then right, left again, and right. And each time he breathed less and less.