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Blood. Blood trickled down his face from a deep gash on the side of his face, anger and hatred coursed through his body. His emotions pushing away the agonizing pain as he punched again and again, his opponent falling before him in a puddle of blood, yet didn't move any more, gasping for breath his throat ripped pain up and down his neck.

He stood up straight, the sun burning through the cloudless sky, piercing into his eyes, taking his shirt sleeve he carefully wiped the side of his face, already his left eye was swelling shut. Kneeling down, he searched the dead man's clothes, finally he found what he was looking for-a shard of the Blood Stone, with all three shards he could determine the Earth's final hours, to unleash the fire demon that heats the earth's core, or to destroy the stone once and for all so that none can release such a horrible beast. Deep in the caverns of his mind he contemplated, such power could either be the high rise of his life, or the destruction of millions of lives.....

Rage and hate. Smoke rose from the grill, swirling back and forth till finally being caught by the wind and carried away. It was the fourth of July yet the clouds rumbled warningly, threatening to turn over and dump gallons of water smothering the cooking fire. I stared into the flames my emotions dancing the same way, only five years old and my eyes had dark circles underneath them. My skin was a pasty white color with a large bruise on my left arm, it still stung but I wouldn’t let myself cry. My dad steps through the screen door,

“What are you doing?” I didn’t answer, which was normal. “We’ll be lighting sparklers soon.” I continued to stare at the burning coals; the heat felt good on my face, my dad continues to tend to the hamburgers. From inside I could hear the TV and my brother Ian laughing loudly, I shuddered, it was then when I felt the waves of hate burning through like a hot rod of iron. Suddenly through the air a scream was thrust forth, sending chills up my spine,

“Aaron Michael! You get your ass in here right now!” it was my mother; I had done something wrong-again. I obeyed, turning back to the fire trying to siphon enough heat to keep me going. I stepped timidly through the door already the heat disappeared and I understood what kind of punishments to expect: spilling even a single drop resulted in screaming and a small beating, not doing chores properly was a bigger beating, and not taking care of my siblings was screaming nose to nose, beating me and slamming me around the house till I fell down. It was then that my mom revealed my hideous crime, not only had left my brother alone in the living room, but she accused me of spilling a bowl of milk onto the living room floor, I tried to protest yet couldn’t make a sound instead I began to mumble and cry.

With every tear I cried I got hit, and the more I screamed the harder she hit. It seemed to go on forever; I was smacked from one end of the house to the other leaving me with a headache and a bloody nose by her fists. This scene was typical for me during the time my mom and dad were still married,

Whenever they fought it would cause stress on both of them and in turn caused more problems for Ian and I. Although we were both abused I got the most out of mother’s beatings because he would run while I just stood there and took it. With all these memories I had built not just a wall but a fortress, a castle that was miles and miles of thick concrete, guarded on every corner and every turret by my senses.

In a way, my emotions like anger, hate, rage, fear, and sadness have become my shield. Without these emotions (especially my rage) I would be nothing, I would break down and never be able to build up as quick enough. I have been teased constantly, even more now, yet they don’t know, they don’t understand that one day all these bottled up emotions, the ones I don’t talk about will explode!

These emotions have been brought out because of my abuse, I have been in constant therapy since I was six, but it wasn’t always my mom. It was my brothers as well, Ian and Tony, for they did things as well that have been recorded, and now my past has molded me into who I am now. Many times I retreat into myself, where darkness controls and the lights die out. My mind and heart are one and the one place I can live without my enemies is inside the dark fortress.

All noises mesh together into one murmur and all vision blurs and melts into one. Here, I am alone, yet not alone; my castle is filled with deep caverns and filled with fog that trickles into my memories like rain down a drain pipe. In my mind day is night, and night is day, time has no meaning and hearing, sight, and smell are muffled by the dark.

There is however, one corridor that I dare not to venture through, it has bars and chains interlinked across the narrow hallway, it is here that all fires are snuffed out, and where the temperature drops to twenty below zero; your breath freezes before your own eyes and your hair and eyebrows are coated with frost. Here the fog creeps along the floor; it’s moist as if it is a blanket of tears.

As you make your way down the hall the chains clang together but there is no wind, the fog whispers around your legs and your hands are beginning to go numb. After what seemed like hours in the biting cold you finally reach a door, ice crawled up the door; hieroglyphics are engraved above what used to be a handle. The cold increases as you touch the door, your body is in agony, you can’t seem to stay warm, and the tips of your fingers feel like pins had been shoved under your nails.

Wincing under the pressure you push open the steel door, and collapse forward and hit the floor. You have to blink quickly because your eyes are in danger of freezing, it is now pitch black, you can feel the fog on your face and you know you’re not alone. There! Movement to the left! You can hear chains slither across the concrete, a dull clanking and someone breathing. Fear races up and down your body, the adrenaline making your heart pound in your chest.

It beats louder and louder, canceling out your hearing; suddenly, pain in your chest, you can’t breathe, your head is getting heavy and your eyes feel like they’re popping out of your skull till something flexes. Not really flex, but FLEX, as if someone released you of all holds. Sweet air rushes in, you sob in pain at the agony in your throat, it feels puffed and tender to the touch.

Although the pressure on your throat was gone your head still hurt as though someone or something was probing around with a stick. Once again the chains begin to move across the floor like someone pacing.

“Who’s there?!” the chains stop. “Hello?” your voice rings off the walls, echoing in hollow and terrified pitches. A snort came from the black and a puff of air showed its location; from above a small light, no bigger than a pen light, flicked on. Bright red eyes poked through the darkness, they burned fiercely and a snarl is thrust forward, you freeze but it’s too late, you’ve been spotted.

Once again you’re seized by an invisible hand, it clamps hard around your tender neck as the creature growls viciously in anger. You try to break away but to no prevail, the monster moves into the small light, it was huge! The creature stood eight feet four inches and probably weighed over four hundred pounds. It was male for it only wore a loincloth; it had a massive body, the chest and shoulders seemed to ripple with movement and it had crimson red skin.

The monster had coal black hair and horns that grew from his skull, the horns grew straight from his hair then curved inward toward each other, you feel yourself being released again. It roared, rocking the very earth down to its core, you see heavy chains that are hooked to huge shackles around its muscular neck and wrists. The rest of the chains disappear into the darkness,

“Who-Who are you?” you ask timidly, the creature snorted, frost crawled up the chains, his feet are that of a dragon and were tipped with thick razor sharp claws.

“Kaine.” You jump; you’re startled by his voice. He spoke with a deep voice that is echoed by the screams of the dead.

“W-What are you?” you stand up cautiously.

“A demon.”

“Why are you chained in this freezing room?” you noticed frost on your hands.

“To protect the lives of others.”

“Who?”

“My master’s enemies. Those who tease and make fun of him, he keeps me locked away because he doesn’t want me to kill them…” Kaine stepped closer till the chains pulled back; he was at the end of the chains. You look at him closer; you see a loving loyalty instead of a vicious monster.

“So you are-?”

“The demon within.”

Laughter. Deafening my senses, grinning, hysterical laughter. I stood in the middle of the cafeteria, my face beet red from embarrassment as Troy’s chocolate milk and school lunch ran down my back and shoulders, I could feel hundreds of eyes on me, yet I dared not to move. My head was throbbing in pain, and deep voice thundering in my ears full of rage and hatred,

“Aaron, let me handle this! You cannot possibly want this to go on forever! Let me out!!” my mind swirled back and forth with two decisions: get revenge or walk away. I closed my eyes and quickly made my decision before my nerve slipped; my knees gave out and I toppled to m y hands and knees, the world spinning in my slowly disappearing vision.

Again and again pain ripped through my body, convulsions deepened, arching my back and I puked out blood, from the first splatter from my mouth the laughter stopped, blood gushed through with heavy heave.

“Aaahhh!!” I screamed as sharp, curved nails were splitting my own from underneath, I looked up, and someone was running out of the room. I tried to focus on something yet my vision was clouded with blood, my eyes were bleeding from the inside out, I cried blood and vomited again, people could see my shirt growing tight and big muscles bulging and moving in rivets. My hair grew darker and longer which fell in my face splattered with blood; I could hear someone shouting and then nothing, only immense pain all over my body.

I screamed again yet this time it was joined with a powerful, and deep voice that rang off the walls. My feet seemed to rip through my shoes, long talons poked through that curved into deadly points. The seams in my shirt and pants split open, reddish skin showed and coursed in and out of the cloth. Blood now smeared my face from my eyes, nose, and mouth; then my head seemed to split open, more people screamed as black horns stabbed through my scalp.

Suddenly my shirt was no more than shreds, my full back was exposed, my ribs had grown four more on each side, and my stomach curved sickly inward and my forearms grew to be as big as watermelons. From my back huge black wings stood out, they were longer than even one of the tables! As I collapsed to the blood-streaked floor the dark wings settled over me, covering me up fully.

The whole room was silent, no one moved; the final joke had been played, and now they no longer found it funny. Finally someone stood up and cautiously walked forward, and knelt down beside me, as they reached out to shake me, a red, clawed hand landed a crushing vice grip around their wrist. I stood, it was me but it wasn’t me; my features had greatly changed yet in some way you could still see me way behind that horrible, hating face.

The boy I was holding gasped but couldn’t move for I had lifted him off his feet, no one said anything, they all held a sort of balance, and with each passing moment my emotions strengthened. I grabbed the boy by his throat while I let go of his wrist; his hands immediately went to his throat. I brought him to my eye level and stared at him fiercely, my red eyes burning with hate, that was when I roared at him and threw him across the room. He flew across the lunchroom and smashed through one of the windows, glass shattered and flew with shards that showered down on many kids.

There were screams, as I started to stomp after him one of his buddies threw their empty tray at me it thudded against my back uselessly I whirled around, quick as lightning as black and red fire enveloped my hands and threw fire balls at him, he ducked, inches away from the immense fire. As soon as they could blink I was across the room and I tried to go through the broken window but a bar in between the middle blocked my movement,

“There’s a bar there, genius!” a boy hollered across the room, I glared at him and snorted. I grabbed the bar with both hands and leaned down, a loud grating noise squealed from the bending metal. With one more push it broke, allowing me to pass through, everyone was shocked into silence and I carried the first boy back into the cafeteria by his throat. I threw him down in the middle of the room, being released he ran across the room, petrified.

I could see many people trying to rush to the door; with a vicious snarl I slammed the doors shut with my mind catching someone’s hand in the door. I roared louder and louder as my emotions triggered my fire element and my whole body was engulfed in flames; people screamed and I smiled at their horrified faces, many pressed against the walls as if hoping they could pass through them,

“Now you will know my pain!” I screamed, my voice coming out as a hissing snarl. At my voice the kids all trembled, some wept, while others tried to beg for forgiveness. “Did you ever think about MY pain? Did any ever stop to think about me?! Now you will know and feel my torture!” as I said this final curse the furnaces began to steam and the bolts were coming unscrewed. Extreme heat poured from the vents and the big boilers, with every breath the place got hotter and hotter, everyone tried to open the doors but I kept them closed with my mind.

As the kids screamed at the heat I flew and smashed through the thin ceiling and set the final revenge in motion, with m y mind I broke the sprinklers and unscrewed the heavy caps on the boiler, which overloaded and exploded. I turned back around to watch the “fireworks” the school’s windows were fogged but I could still see the kids pressing against them, their faces distorted and fixated in horrified expression, I had a moment to look at them before the whole building blew sky high from the ground up, those who had slipped out before were the ones who lived, all the others fell into Hell…