Transgressions

Wrath

Wrath trailed her fingers over the railing that separated her from a 100 feet drop. Much like this broken fence, she felt her barrier between herself and her rage slowly breaking.

She was filled with so much hate, but beneath, so much pain. After all, doesn't the worst hate stem from pain, she mused and she took a step back. She was angry, not suicidal. She wanted revenge. Wrath had been a young girl, naive about the world, stuck in foolish daydreams. But then, everything changed when her mother married a very abusive man. He had slapped her right across the face, drawn her close and repeatedly hit her. She watched as he did all kinds of things  to her mother. The weak thing never once retaliated.

Never once, thought Wrath. But she did, she always did. It's why she had always been abused the most. "You little bitch. Your nothing. Your a pathetic weak link, your the reason your mother is in pain. You made me do it. Why don't you just die, Fiona?" , Her stepfather had said. Fiona curled her fingers into fists and punched the broken railing. It cracked beneath her fists' pressure. She swore, she would rid the world of cruel men and women. The ones that prey on the weak. She would have her revenge.

So deep was she in thought, that she failed to ignore a lurking stranger, hiding behind a tree 5 feet from her. Fiona exhaled sharply feeling her pulse pick up speed. She always loved a good fight, and if it was another pedophile preying on an assumedly innocent girl, she would rid the world of another evil being. The stranger approached silently, but Fiona could sense their presence. She could sense their Hate. She turned swiftly fists raised and about to leap at him, but the stranger was faster.

He threw chains at her. As soon as metal met skin, Fiona felt her skin burn, rotting beneath an iron, no Silver grip. She breathed hard. Sanctified Silver, she thought with a gasp. The chains wrapped around her further, she could taste, smell and feel blood. She was soaked in red. Fiona felt her rage growing. Gritting her teeth she took a step, and then another. The man tightened his hold, the chains squeezed her.

I'm not dying like this, she thought. Swiftly, she threw herself backwards, pulling the man along with her. In his surprise, his grip loosened. That was all Fiona needed. She pressed her arms out, ignoring the searing pain. Fiona knew, pain only fed her anger. Pulling herself out of the chains in one quick move she launched herself at the attacker, slamming her fist on his nose, and heard a satisfying crack. He gasped as she punched him in his gut and then swiftly kicked his shins, making him keel over. She hit him in all the pressure points, each jab precise. He stayed there on the ground, breathing heavily. She slammed a stick into his gut.

"Die Demon.", he gasped. His blood pooling around him. " You will be killed, and we will rid the world of your kind. Hell will burn you with wrath.", He spat.

Fiona bent low, till her face loomed over his, she smirked. "Hell hath no fury as mine. I might burn, but I'll smile all the while." She said.

No one would make her cry or cower again. And if Hell wanted a go, she would make it worth their while.