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      The drunk man's strength was immense. His fist came down so hard and fast, that I could feel the air move right before his fist connected with my face. My body was knocked about three feet back and into the wall. I was about to struggle to my feet, but I remembered my master's threat of doing that. As I laid there, the drunk man grabbed me by my hair and slammed me into the wall again. I fell to the ground again, and he grabbed me by my shirt and threw me across the room, breaking the table in the center of the room.

      "Whoa, whoa big feller. I can't let you kill him. I still got a fortune to make off of him. You had your fun with him. Now leave, or I could just as easily kill you and take the rest of the money you have on you. Either way, I win."

      I heard the drunk man mumble something in some other language. After a few exchanges of cussing, the drunk man finally left.

      " 'Bout time that fuckin' bastard got out of here. You got a lot of potential, not blacking out from that. You're not going anywhere for a very very long time."

      The abuse I went through was daily. I was normally "rented" at least twice a day. I was beat so much, that I got tired of feeling and emotions. As my emotions faded, my eyes turned from blood-red, to solid black, and my hair lost its blue tint. I was taught that I was nothing, and had no reason to believe otherwise.

      I became accustomed to the pain that was dealt to me every day, and all the crimson tears quit running down my face. Basically, I had become an emotional zombie, never showing anything. I felt nothing, so I was nothing.

      I went through that hell for ten more years. When I was seventeen, I realised that there had been one emotion hidden in me the whole time. Hatred. Hatred that had been pent up for ten years, it can have a drastic effect on what it does to someone. My master made the mistake of striking me again, and he was the first to see what ten years of hatred does.

      When he had hit me, I snapped. It was at that moment, I myself witnessed what my ten years of hatred had done to me. My silver hair regained its blue tint, and my eyes got their blood-red tint back as well. I thought that maybe this would be all, but I was very wrong. I felt the skin at my shouldblades tighten, and then rip open, sending a shower of blood behind me. I screamed at the pain, it was worse than anything I had ever experienced before, as two solid black, feathered wings came out of the ripped skin, drenched in my blood.

      I saw my right arm start to change. It was taking a metallic look, getting very rough at my shoulder, and sending rooted tendrils across part of my chest. I tried to bend my arm to see if it could, it was if the metal that it had become was only appearance, but when I touched it with my left hand, it was as cold as the steel that made it.

      My master simply stared at me in fear.

      "All these years of torture and pain, didn't you know that what you were doing was gonna come back one day and bite you on the ass twice as bad? That day is now. You're gonna regret not killing me, every chance you had over the past ten years..."

      I slowly started to walk towards him, my wings fully expanded, my fists clenched tight, and a red and black aura of hatred surrounding me...