WE NEVER USED OUR POWER FOR GREED, FORTUNE OR FAME
WE USE IT BY PROTECTING WHAT'S MOST IMPORTANT TO US AND FOR OTHERS
TO HELP THE ONES THAT ARE WEAK
WE ARE WEAK, THAT'S HOW WE UNDERSTAND HOW THEY FEEL
WE PROTECT TO MAKE OTHERS SEE TOMORROW, TO MAKE THEM FEEL SAFE AND TO REMIND THEM TO BE STRONG
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"That all you guys have?" A Man said, smiling wickedly.
"Ugh... *cough* *cough*" Blood spilled to the ground.
"Shit ! Marsh, everything's going to be alright. Calm down." Was what he heard, as his vision blurred at the sight of his hands.
"What's wrong with your friend?" Asked the man patting a steel pipe on his shoulder. Still smiling.
His hands . . . . blood . . . . blood . . . . BLOOD! 'His' blood.
Two boys stared at Marshall, looking at the shaking teen with worry.
"Jake, run." A blonde boy said.
"Don't have to tell me twice." The second boy responded.
Marshall's eyes started to twitch, while staring at his hands filled with a crimson color.
"So, that's it? You just bail on a wounded comrade?" The man questioned as the two boys made it to window.
"Dude. If you knew him, you'd run as well." The blonde boy stated, following Jake and jump out.
Marshall then started to stand up, head down and his hands sagging beside him.
"Y-y-you?"
The man was confused.
"You... Did this?" Marshall asked, still head down.
"Would you like seconds?" The man replied, putting his smile back on.
The man came closer and raised the steel pipe and bringing it down with immense force.
"Blood."
Marshall held up his right arm blocking the strong swing which surprised the man. Marshall then placed his hand on the pipe, putting his grip on it. The man struggled pulling the steel pipe out of Marshall's hand. Marshall placed his thumb above and started to bend the pipe with ease, scaring the man more.
The man let go of the pipe and watched as Marshall slowly brought his head up only to see one eye colored in dark blue and ... a grin that showed sharp teeth and long canines. eye Still twitching.
"Stop doing this." Marshall said, dropping his arm and let go of the pipe, dropping it.
The man stepped back but ... he put his hand on his stomach feeling something thick and hard was already there.
"hah..." Marshall started.
The man looked down at Marshall's feet. He was now giving a face like he just saw a demon in front of him.
"Hahaha..." Marshall held his left elbow.
The man was bleeding violently in his stomach. A bent pipe... plunge in.
"Hahahahahaha! Wanna see HELL my friend?"Marshall questioned darkly, with that sinister laugh.
Now, the man lost the color on his face and Marshall placed his right hand on the man's head and his left on the neck. Before The man felt fear, his head rolled on the ground.
"More..." Marshall whispered, staring madly at the blooded body with a twitching right eye.
He held the man's body and tossed it up a little then proceeded to kick it to a wall. He raced to it and still caught it mid flight. Holding the arm, he ripped it apart and tossed it to the ceiling. He continued the massacre for a good hour... and the result?
Marshall tilted his head. He showed a sinister smile with a still twitching right eye that was dark blue.
Red rained in the room.
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It was a dark room. He had no recollection of wandering in to this place. He knew his eyes were open but it still sees a vivid vision.
"looks like your awake already." A voice spoke.
He tried to move his head but found it hard to do so. He tried harder and succeeded with slow movement.
"You shouldn't try to move you know." The voice stated.
"W-why...why not?" He asked.
"Because your... your breakdown is still there." The voice explain. Now He could see the form of the voice and it was a tall boy, with another sitting on a chair on the right.
"Know wonder." He went back to his old position until everything started to get clear. The room was actually spacious but just with less stuff in it.
After minutes, He wanted to move his body and it cooperated with him a little. He wobbled a bit but he was fine after walking it off towards the door.
"Your going already?" The man sitting on the chair questioned but was only answered with a slam of the door.
"That guy should rest more." The man said placing his feet on the table. "Especially after 'last week'." The man stood up, and he was actually shorter than the blonde boy next to him, wearing a fedora and a light gray suit.
"Marsh's capable Jake. It's just that...he just has problems with himself." This blonde boy said. It turned out that Marsh was actually taller than him. "Of course he is. Even survived a taser on the neck with 100 watts. Don't you remember, Finn." Jake added. "How could I forget that time. Actually thought he was a monster back then." Finn stated. He sat on the couch and turn to lay down.
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[ Marshall Lee: Average height, black hair, Gray pale skin. Two small scars on his neck, red plaid shirt with gray stripes, blue jeans with turn-ups and red-brownish white sneakers. Age 21. Lean and slim body. ]
[ 4:24 am ]
Marshall walked down streets with dizziness and a headache to match on his side. He rubbed his head and looked in front him seeing he was almost at his average home.
"A week." He whispered.
As he was making his way towards some steps to his house. There was a scream.
Marshall looked behind him and saw a lady being mugged by a large old man. He sighed, he knew this was just the start of his day.
He walked to a trash bin and picked up its lid. He saw that the old man had successfully grabbed the lady's purse and was about to run away. So, without wasting a second, Marshall threw the lid a little to the side to the old man and picked up a 2 small rocks. The lid was flying straight until it curved to the right, straight to the man's head knocking him out of balance.
When the man tripped, he accidentally let go of the purse. Marshall noticed the timing and directly threw the first rock to the old man, who was rubbing the back of his head and was now trying to reach for the purse but got hit by a rock instead with incredible force that knocked his arm away.
"You know, there's many ways this can go if you don't return that." Marshall explained while walking towards the old man and tossing the second rock on his hands.
"Please...spare me. I-I only wanted to feed my child." The old man now cowered in place shaking immensely.
Marshall only stared at him and continued walking, grabbed the purse and turned to the lady. She was so happy at Marshall and ran to him, receiving the purse back then thank him.
The old man only watched with a sad look on his face thinking what would he do now.
"You shouldn't steal. It's a bad thing to show your kids when they grow up." Marshall then took something out of his pocket.
"$10,000. Maybe enough to start something else, other than robbing, you hear?" Marshall handed the cash and what sight it was for the old man as tears flowed down his face. What the old man did next startled Marshall.
"Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!" The old man was so happy that he Bowed kneeling again and again, and this made Marshall uncomfortable.
"Just take, man." The old man then took it and left crying with joy.
Marshall stared at the old man for a while until he turned on an alley and disappeared from Marshall's sight.
Marshall let out a breath, threw the rock he held and went back to his home, scratching the back of his head showing that he was bored and really tired.
Stepping on the balcony, he noticed there was a silver briefcase on the floor and an envelope above it. Not really knowing what it was, he just picked it up and took out the keys for the house.
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"Looks like he received it without worry sir."
The man put down the binoculars and turn around to face a well suited older man with pale skin, leaning on a wall.
"Then it's up to him to choose what's gonna happen next." The older man said and walked away.
The guy with the binoculars looked back at Marshall's house than back at the older man, who was at the door already.
"What's so special about this guy, anyway?" He asked.
The older man stopped on his tracks and look at the guy with silence. Then a smile was put on.
"His my son." And he exited out the rooftop of the apartment building just a couple of blocks away from Marshall's house.
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Marshall closed the door behind him and proceeded upstairs to his room.
He placed the case on his bed and the envelope on a small table next to it. He went to his closet to change into long shorts and a black shirt with a red skull design on it. After doing so, he sat on the bed and grabbed the case.
He didn't feel like opening it yet so, he reached for the envelope and read it first.
I know you're wondering what this is about. Inside this briefcase are three weapons that should be really useful for you, considering that you have 'Hemophobia'. That fear of your own blood and then something 'in' you would snap. Let's just say this is for self-defense. I also know that you have your own collection of weapons in there, somewhere. But, this thing I have for you might catch your interest.
-Abadeer (Your badass FATHER)
After reading that awkward letter, Marshall threw it to the side and stared at the case with suspicious eyes. There was a word on the case and it said unlimited. Wonder what that meant. So, Marshall pressed the locks and opened it slowly and when he saw what was inside... He just wasn't surprise.
"Two 50 caliber desert eagle pistols with a Length of 6-7in and an Army Tactical knife?" He said to himself. Marshall scanned the inside properly and noticed something. "What? No ammunition?" He picked up the gun and cocked it. "9 shots and I'm out." He pointed it at the wall to the right and shot 9 times. He was taken back. Aside from the soft recoil, it was very accurate like very, very accurate. It hit the same hole 9 times but the Power, the power was what peaked Marshall. The power was close to a L115A3 AWM sniper rifle. "Nice." He commented.
As much as he loved it, it had no more bullets but something caught his attention. It had no magazine.
"What the-" He searched hard but couldn't find anything. So, he tried something he thought wasn't going to work. He fired 2 rounds again on the same wall and to his surprise, it fired. "The unlimited sign wasn't just for nothing, huh." He smiled a little and placed the gun back. He then picked out the knife and again was a little amazed out how light it was. It was the same with gun.
Marshall waved it in front of him and laughed a little. "This could be a little useful someday." And with that said, he placed it back.
When he was about to close the case he heard some voices outside the window. He put the case on his bed and walked over the window.
"Where'd you get such cash around here old man?" A large, mascular man asked. He was leading a bunch of other men behind him that carried lethal weapons.
Marshall saw that it was the same old man that he helped a little while ago.
"Please...It was given to me...for my family." The old man pleaded.
"You think we'll buy some excuse like that? Why don't you just give it to us." The mascular man said, walking slower towards the old fellow.
"The nerve of others." Marshall whispered with hate. He grabbed just the one gun from the case and placed it at the back of his pants. He looked at the letter again and saw something he didn't see before.
P.S. - I know you're a good guy so go save other peoples day.
That note brought out a smile on his face and he exited out the door. "With pleasure."
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"Look, Finn." Jake called, pointing out the window.
"What is it, Jake." Finn stood and ran to Jake, looking out the window.
It was the old man and that thug they saw. The two watched for a while until they noticed the house at the right where the trouble was taking place.
"That guy taking advantage of the old man is new to this part of town, right?" Finn asked with a smile.
"This is gonna be awesome. Go get some chairs, and maybe that popcorn we saved in the fridge." Jake ordered, watching carefully the fight that was gonna go down there. Finn hurried back with the stuff Jake said they both took a seat and started eating.
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Marshall stood on his balcony, looking at the scene in front of him.
"N-no...please! Stop!" The old man screamed, tears visible on his face. He was being held by his feet and raised upside-down, the big man just kept on shaking the old guy until lots of things fell down the many pockets he had. "Someone!...help!" The old man let out.
Marshall couldn't handle the sight anymore. "You disgust me." This had caught the attention of the muscle man and his gang. They stopped and searched for where the voice came from, then they met Marshall's crimson iris that looked like it was staring at their very soul. The muscle man dropped the old man and turned to Marshall wearing a smug look on his face.
"What did you say to me?" The muscle man asked.
"Didn't you hear what I said through that large head of yours. I said you disgust me." Marshall said adding a sick taste in saying it.
"You dare say that to Big Donny, you weak toothpick." The muscle man named Donny insulted back. But Marshall only laughed at the word.
"Hahaha... So were talking 'weak' now? Said the guy that could only pick on defenseless old people." Marshall insulted back. This got Donny really angry but Marshall didn't stop there. "Know what, you like to pick on weak looking guys, right? Why don't you try me." Marshall Walked towards Donny and just stopped right in front of him.
"Why you little-" Donny raised his fist and brought it down on Marshall. Feeling the impact landed, Donny only smiled at his act. "You shouldn't have crossed me, little runt." He said.
"What? So...is this it?" Donny then look with a sudden terror at what just happened. "This big fist is just all talk." Marshall had just blocked the blow with one hand and was still able to keep his unfazed position. Marshall just kept on looking at him with an unchanging gaze and this scared Donny a little, forcing his shaking hand to be taken back.
"Guys! What are you just staring there for!? Get him." Donny commanded, snapping his comrades thoughts back to earth. They immediately ran towards Marshall, weapons raised, ready to attack him but Marshall didn't move. Marshall reached behind him and took out the gun, almost like the world stopped for a few seconds, and fired 3 rounds to some guys almost nearing him. Although the enemy was hit with extremely accurate precision, they were only hit where they held their weapons and that brought the enemy into a stand still, staring with fear for the guy in front of them.
Marshall put down his arm and placed his other inside his pocket. "Now what did you take from this old man?" Marshall asked darkly, slowly walking towards the shaking Donny. His friends even took some steps back. "W-w-what?...I-I-I didn't t-take anything." Donny still denied even though knowing what was in front of him.
"You should really tell the truth more often." *BANG* Marshall was pointing the gun near Donny's feet which almost got hit by a mere millimeter, Donny felt the shock though, making him jump.
"F-fine!" Donny was shaking violently. He grabbed something out of his pockets and threw it to the ground. It seemed like he emptied it because the bottom of the pocket was seen when he and his friends ran away. Not to mention that he tripped two times.
Marshall picked the cash and stuff on the ground and gave it to the old weary man behind him.
"Here." Marshall handed it over and the old man accepted it with gratefulness seen in his eyes.
"My name's Marshall Lee Abadeer by the way. What's yours?" The man stood up and dusted himself off.
"Simon. Thank you again. You saved me twice now, today." Simon shook Marshall's hands and went to cross the street.
"No prob. Where you going?" Marshall asked.
"Well, Marsh. I just live across." And in Simon go to an old and torn down apartment building.
Marshall just watch at the old man that disappeared behind those doors. He stared at the gun for a while then smiled. 'You give the weirdest things, Dad,' And with that thought he went back inside his house.
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"Darn it! Lost again." Finn complained.
"That's what you get for betting on something he doesn't normally. Now gimme!" Jake ran to the couch and jumped on, front, flopped down.
"You're gross man." Finn pointed out.
"But a bet's a 'bet'. So massage my Majestic back. Hehe." Jake said with a sly smile.
"Alright, bro." Finn only gave a smile and went to him and started doing some stuff to Jake's back.
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Marshall placed the gun back on the case and locked it. He placed it under his bed and just said to himself that it'll just be used on critical situations. After doing so, he went down the stairs and walked to the kitchen. He grabbed 2 beer cans and climbed the steps again but not going to his room, instead, the room across it.
The room was actually quite big and the inside was filled with like many different instruments. This seemed liked a music room for Marshall and who ever he has as a band because of the complete of band equipment. A complete drum set, 2 bass guitars, an electric guitar, 3 acoustics hanging on the wall, a grand piano in the corner, some tambourines and triangles on a shelf, Amps and 4 large speakers.
It was a musical haven to any music lover. Marshall on the other hand placed the beers on the floor beside him as he sat down and leaned on the wall grabbing a picture frame on the way. The picture was a smaller version of him hugging playfully on a girl smaller than him. The girl had long hair reaching her hips and had the same skin complexion as Marshall. The cover of the frame had something written on it.
Friends to the end with my big Brother !
-Marceline
Marshall sighed... he placed the picture on a speaker, then he stood up to grab a brown acoustic guitar. He strummed it to see if the strings were fine-tuned. And it was. He continued strumming some chords and he began playing with eyes closed, trying to play with the feelings he wants to let out.
"Yeah, you've been alone
I've been gone for far too long
But with all that we've been through
After all this time I'm coming home
To you"
"Never let it show
The pain I've grown to know
'Cause with all these things we've done
It don't matter when I'm coming home
To you"
"I reached towards the sky
I've said my goodbyes
My heart's always with you now
I won't question why
So many have died
My prayers have made it through, yeah"
"'Cause with all these things we do Marshall put down the acoustic and grabbed the double-bladed Axe guitar near the amp and continued playing.
It don't matter when I'm coming home
To you"
"Letters keep me warm
Helped me through the storm
But with all that we've been through
After all this time I'm coming home
to you"
"I reached towards the sky
I've said my goodbyes
My heart's always with you now
I won't question why
so many have died
My prayers have made through, yeah"
"'Cause with all these things we do
It don't matter when I'm coming home
to you"
"I've always been true
I've waited so long just come hold you
I'm making it through
It's been far too long
We've proven our bond over times so strong
In all that we do"
"The stars in the night
They lend me their light
to bring me closer to heaven with you"
Marshall went into a deep solo where a tear, he didn't notice, slid down his face.
"With all that we've been through
after all this time I'm coming home
to you"
Marshall came into a slow stop, feeling his cheeks were wet from tears that he didn't know got out.
"So? You miss your sister?" A voice came out from the door. Marshall glanced at the door after cleaning his face with a towel and to his surprise, it was a friend that came by.
Hey! This is my first story on fanfiction! :D ... Well, technically it's my second, I just didn't finish the other.
Hope you like it ... It's not really the finest but I tried. Please make a review at how I did, maybe it'll help make it better or at much to make it close to being better.
The song I used here is "Gunslinger - A7x(Avenged Sevenfold) ... please review what you think :)