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       "G-get away from me you goddamn fucker! I-I'll slit your throat and watch as you bleed."

      I was tired of hearing his same bullshit threats. I kept slowly walking to him, inducing as much fear as possible. The aura around me was growing with each breath and step. My hair was flairing out from the intensity of the aura.

      I finally reached where he was cowering in the corner like a little baby. I struck him in the face with my right hand, and watched as blood started to seep out where the "metal" on my knuckles had ripped the flesh open. The smell of it was pleasing, as was the look of terror in his eyes, and his scream of pain and agony. I wanted him to suffer before he died. I grabbed his left shoulder, and tor the skin off of it, sending a splatter of blood around. I liked seeing the warm blood run down his body and pool on the floor.

       "So then, how does it feel to be the one being tortured? Not that I really care..."

      I watched the man sitting there, shaking and wimpering in fear and pain. I was tired of him taking up space in this realm. I just wanted him to know a little bit about pain, before he reached the gates of hell. I reached down and gripped the man's chin, he tried to pull away from the cold, metallic touch of my right hand.

      "When you reach the gates of hell, tell them that I sent you. Even the demons will fear my wrath. Your time here is done, I'll see you there."

      I jerked my hand to the right at a speed so extreme, that his head was turned around backwards after a loud cracking noise. I watched as his lifeless body completely fell to the floor when I let go. I was slightly amused to see his body twitching there. I was free from his beatings, but my hatred still grew stronger. I was going to kill anyone that got in my way.

      I turned and walked out the door, my business in that house done for good. I looked back one more time at his still twitching body, almost like I was trying to make sure this was reality. I walked out the door, blood covering my front and back. My hair was plastered to my forehead with a mixture of blood and sweat. I was exhausted from so much blood-loss out of my back.

       A woman saw me and screamed for help in terror. I didn't need any extra attention from the guards, and my hatred was too built up to control. I ran forward, and shoved the fingers of my right hand deep into her throat. I clenched my fist, and pulled my arm back as hard as I could. I felt her flesh rip, and heard a cracking noise and blood, flesh, and bone came out of her neck.

       A guard in elbow length, grey mythril came running forward at me with a halberd that was at least 5' long, and looked sharp enough to cut the wind itself. His short, blonde hair was waving in the wind as he ran. He had on black leather pants, and black half-finger gloves to compliment his mythril.

       "Oh fucking hell, this is not what I need right now."

       I was gonna go ahead and fight him, but I heard a runbling from above. I looked up and saw a golden dragon flying around the guard.

       "I don't have time your bullshit guard. Have fun cleaning up this mess."

       I expanded my wings and took off. I stayed low, as to avoid the dragon. I saw the woods, and that meant shelter from at least the dragon. I flew into the woods, and was nearly taken out by a huge oak that appeared out of nowhere. I was thrown off balance and crashed into the side of another oak. Pain shot through my body as the speed I was going wore off, and I fell to the ground. My eyes and hair faded back to black and silver, and my wings went back inside my body.

        I struggled to my feet, and saw a clearing up ahead. I started walking towards it, trying not to pass out from all the pain and bloodloss. I made it to the clearing, feeling the rough bark of the trees I was using as support. Through the clearing, I saw a hillside. I stumbled into the clearing and fell onto the hill. I had to see the area I was in, so I would know where to go. I struggled once more to my feet, and started slowly walking up the hill.

        I snapped awake, and realised I had just relived my entire past in only a few minutes. I got up, my body stiff from the recent events, and almost passed out. I had forgot about all my injuries, but all the bleeding had stopped, and most of my blood had been replaced by new blood from my body. I stood up to my full height of 6'1", and noticed exactly how ragged the leather I wore was. It was torn and frayed everywhere from the daily beatings, but there were two new giant rips in the back where my wings had come out. I heard someone behind me and turned to see who it was.

        I turned, and moved to the side just in time to feel one of two silver bladed daggers slide upwards, over my left eye. Blood started to run down my face again. My eyes turned red, but I didn't have the energy yet to let out my wings again.

        "You didn't think we were gonna let a criminal escape did you?"

       I looked at the man while I had a chance. He was another guard from the village. He was roughly my height, and looked to be about 234 pounds. He has muscularly built, like me, so the armor he wore would fit me good. He was armored with black platemail without a helmet. There was a silver tribal design along the edge of the armor. The platelegs and metal boots were black with that same silver design going around the edges of them.

       "That looks like some good armor there. Why don't you go ahead and hand it over before I kill you?"

       I was trying to think of a way to fight him with no weapons and no wings or "arm". There was a swish of air, and all at once a crossbow bolt was stuck into the guard's neck. He grunted in pain, as a black blood poured from his neck and onto the ground. he dropped to his knees, as the blood started to seep from his mouth as well, and then fell on his back and wuit moving. The skin on my shoulderbaldes tightened at first from being startled like that, but I regained control and stopped them before they ripped out and killed me with bloodloss.

       There was movement in the trees behind where the guard had been standing. A man dropped down, I saw his eyes first. They were clear blue and full of rage and despair. He was wearing a black leather trenchcoat, black cloth pants, black leather boots, and a white clot shirt. All this was complimented  by his dark hair that went almost to his ankles. He was about 5'7" when he stood straight up. He had two double sided, single handed swords on his back, and a crossbow in his hand. He quickly out in another bolt.

       "Who the fuck are you? Dropping out of nowhere like that? I can handle my own damn problems, human."

       "I am Karyudo Fushi, and you're next..."

Note from the author: Sorry it was so long, but that only makes it better, eh? But anyways, thank you Zack for providing the first guard description, and thank you Mason for providing Karyudo. For those of you wondering, the mythril that the first guard was wearing is a hybrid of chainmail and a shirt. It weighs less than chainmail, but does not provide the same protection. Just a few quick facts. lol. Keep telling my if you want more.