Post by Truth on Mar 31, 2009 13:55:38 GMT -5
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Truth stood outside of local music venue, the band behind him where deathly loud and Truth had to get outside for a moment. He wore a Black Whitechapel T shirts and dark blue jeans. He reached inside his front pocket and pulled out his carton of cigarettes and placed one in his mouth.
*GAAAA*
Truth looked up the cigarette dangling from his lip as his eyes searched for the sound. It was not the normal screams you would hear at metal shows, it was a scream of pain, one you would hear a person make like they where being beat.He reached for his bronze lighter located in his back pocket and lit the cigarette blowing out the thick cancerous smoke. He quickly headed down the side walk toward the way he thought the heard the screams and headed into an ally. There he saw three homeless men holding a young women on the ground as they tried to strip her of what little cloths she had left.
Suddenly Truth was filled with murderous fury, he once was the victim of rape and the scars he received in Juvenal hall had not fully healed. His dull gray eyes lit up, no longer the dull gray color but a fierce sliver. He quikcly ran over toward the three bums still holding the cigarette in his mouth he sent a sharp kick to the homeless man that about to rip the women skirt off. Truth let our a scream, but it sounded like nothing a human would make. The bum rolled over to his side holding his ribs. The two other bums quickly stood up one brandished a knife as the other picked up a bottle. The woman crawled beside a dumpster crying as she watched Truth square off against the bums.
"You little punk!"
The bum with the bottle jumped forward swinging his weapon wildly, Truth caught the bums wrist and ripped the bottle out of his hand and smashed it against his head knocking the bum out. But before Truth could turn around the bum with the knife sneaked behind him and stabbed him in his left shoulder blade. Truth let out a cry as he dropped to his knees. He could feel the bum grip his hair and the cold steel against his neck.He grabbed the bums hand holding the knife and moved it away from his neck and used the bums force to stab him in the leg.The bum released his hold and stumbled back. Truth slolwy stood up and walked toward the wounded bum. His fierce sliver eyes cut into the very soul of the bum, he sent a crashing boot to the groin of the bum watching him fall to the ground writhing in pain.This was the type of pain Truth liked to watch the fear of dying, the pain caused by another in anger. He pulled the knife from the bums leg and stepped on the bums groin slolwy applying pressure causing the bum to scream even louder. He slammed the knife into the bums gut and cut him across the gut spilling all the blood and guts he had inside of him. He slowly turned around the scars on his face now becoming quiet visible to the cowering female.It was his first time to kill someone since his parents, and he liked it. His eyes darted to the fallen bums and then to the cowering female.
Truth stood outside of local music venue, the band behind him where deathly loud and Truth had to get outside for a moment. He wore a Black Whitechapel T shirts and dark blue jeans. He reached inside his front pocket and pulled out his carton of cigarettes and placed one in his mouth.
*GAAAA*
Truth looked up the cigarette dangling from his lip as his eyes searched for the sound. It was not the normal screams you would hear at metal shows, it was a scream of pain, one you would hear a person make like they where being beat.He reached for his bronze lighter located in his back pocket and lit the cigarette blowing out the thick cancerous smoke. He quickly headed down the side walk toward the way he thought the heard the screams and headed into an ally. There he saw three homeless men holding a young women on the ground as they tried to strip her of what little cloths she had left.
Suddenly Truth was filled with murderous fury, he once was the victim of rape and the scars he received in Juvenal hall had not fully healed. His dull gray eyes lit up, no longer the dull gray color but a fierce sliver. He quikcly ran over toward the three bums still holding the cigarette in his mouth he sent a sharp kick to the homeless man that about to rip the women skirt off. Truth let our a scream, but it sounded like nothing a human would make. The bum rolled over to his side holding his ribs. The two other bums quickly stood up one brandished a knife as the other picked up a bottle. The woman crawled beside a dumpster crying as she watched Truth square off against the bums.
"You little punk!"
The bum with the bottle jumped forward swinging his weapon wildly, Truth caught the bums wrist and ripped the bottle out of his hand and smashed it against his head knocking the bum out. But before Truth could turn around the bum with the knife sneaked behind him and stabbed him in his left shoulder blade. Truth let out a cry as he dropped to his knees. He could feel the bum grip his hair and the cold steel against his neck.He grabbed the bums hand holding the knife and moved it away from his neck and used the bums force to stab him in the leg.The bum released his hold and stumbled back. Truth slolwy stood up and walked toward the wounded bum. His fierce sliver eyes cut into the very soul of the bum, he sent a crashing boot to the groin of the bum watching him fall to the ground writhing in pain.This was the type of pain Truth liked to watch the fear of dying, the pain caused by another in anger. He pulled the knife from the bums leg and stepped on the bums groin slolwy applying pressure causing the bum to scream even louder. He slammed the knife into the bums gut and cut him across the gut spilling all the blood and guts he had inside of him. He slowly turned around the scars on his face now becoming quiet visible to the cowering female.It was his first time to kill someone since his parents, and he liked it. His eyes darted to the fallen bums and then to the cowering female.
