Post by shaoken on May 4, 2007 1:00:56 GMT -5
As his fist slammed into the face of his would-be mugger Vengeance felt something very hard hit him in his lower back. He dropped to one knee and turned around. Behind him were two more thugs, the closest one holding a iron pipe in his hands. They were blocking the exit of the alley.
"Last chance, give us your money!" The thug said, lifting the pipe above his head.
"No." Vengeance replied coldly.
The thug brought the pipe down towards Vengeance's head, who caught it with his left hand before shoving his right palm into the face of the man. He heard his nose break as Vengeance got to his feet and deleivered a straight kick to the man's mide-section knocking him into the wall of the alley. The man behind him rushed at Vengeance with a knife in his hand. Seeing no other choice Vengeance threw the pipe and his face and run towards him. The man managed to dodge the pipe but was caught off guard by Vengeance who unleashed a fury of punches and kicks. The man fell down and started coughing up blood as Vengeance picked up the knife. Behind him the first thug rushed at him, almost reaching him when Vengeance punched him right in the gut. The man stopped and looked at him in horror before looking down. Vengeance followed his gaze and saw that there was blood coming out of his mid-section. He pulled his hand back and saw the knife was firmly in his grasp. The man fell over on the ground as the blood gathered in a pool on the ground.
"No, no I didn't...." Vengeance tried to speak but he couldn't find the words.
I didn't mean to kill him. I didn't know the knife was in that hand.
Vengeance thought about dropping the knife, but instead he kept it in his hand and ran. It was getting dark so he was careful not to run into anyone going home. Eventually he found himself several blocks away. Calming down he saw a trash can and dropped the knife in there. He found a old newspaper on the ground and used it to wipe the blood off his hands before desponsing of it in the same manner.
I didn't mean to kill him, yet I did it anyway out of second nature. Why can't I stop killing? And why does it feel like a part of me enjoys it?
"Last chance, give us your money!" The thug said, lifting the pipe above his head.
"No." Vengeance replied coldly.
The thug brought the pipe down towards Vengeance's head, who caught it with his left hand before shoving his right palm into the face of the man. He heard his nose break as Vengeance got to his feet and deleivered a straight kick to the man's mide-section knocking him into the wall of the alley. The man behind him rushed at Vengeance with a knife in his hand. Seeing no other choice Vengeance threw the pipe and his face and run towards him. The man managed to dodge the pipe but was caught off guard by Vengeance who unleashed a fury of punches and kicks. The man fell down and started coughing up blood as Vengeance picked up the knife. Behind him the first thug rushed at him, almost reaching him when Vengeance punched him right in the gut. The man stopped and looked at him in horror before looking down. Vengeance followed his gaze and saw that there was blood coming out of his mid-section. He pulled his hand back and saw the knife was firmly in his grasp. The man fell over on the ground as the blood gathered in a pool on the ground.
"No, no I didn't...." Vengeance tried to speak but he couldn't find the words.
I didn't mean to kill him. I didn't know the knife was in that hand.
Vengeance thought about dropping the knife, but instead he kept it in his hand and ran. It was getting dark so he was careful not to run into anyone going home. Eventually he found himself several blocks away. Calming down he saw a trash can and dropped the knife in there. He found a old newspaper on the ground and used it to wipe the blood off his hands before desponsing of it in the same manner.
I didn't mean to kill him, yet I did it anyway out of second nature. Why can't I stop killing? And why does it feel like a part of me enjoys it?