Yeah. Nathan gets evil . . . he,he . . . ho,ho,ho . . . hi,hi,hi . . .
Ha,ha . . . Ah, what the hell: MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!!!
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Chapter 8: transformation of vengeance
Nathan turned to see his friend on the floor again. He rushed to him, and saw that he was breathing, but that his pulse was very feeble. His wound was still loosing blood and the white carpet was stained. Nathan rushed to their bags and filled them with their things. When he came back, Max was floating again, but this time, upside-down. He brought him to the ground and pulled off his shoes. He placed in each one a little paperweight he used. It was pretty heavy and that way, Nathan was sure that he wouldn't float around in front of people down in the lobby. He took all the things and ran to the elevator. He ran back in the room and took Max out.
His friend was still wearing the blood-stained white shirt, and was wearing black baggy pants, similar to those Nathan were wearing. He had a black shirt and put on his trench-coat before arriving in the lobby. He placed Max's vest on his friend's shoulders.
It took him a bit of time to get everything in the car and place Max on the backseat, but he finally left, after having paid his stay.
He was good at driving fast, and once again, it was what he had to do. He took out his gun and placed in on the other seat. He knew that the black SUV that was following them belonged to the MDF guys. An uncontrollable rage filled his heart and mind, knowing that the men that had hurt his friend were in that car. Without him knowing, the rage that filled him transformed his appearance. His skin was darker, his hair was not brown but looked more like very dark black, his ears were pointy, and most of all, his eyes were a crazy shade of amethyst. Scars from his accident reappeared on his covered arms and chest, three particular ones running from his neck.
It wasn't Nathan anymore. It was a boy dominated by fiery taste for revenge.
Nathan's 'second personality' took over him completely, and now controlled his mind and actions. He pressed on the gas pedal a bit harder, and so did the driver of the SUV. A fanged grin appeared on Nathan's face. He burned a light, almost causing an accident, and continued on the wet road. Nathan pulled in a little alley knowing that the other car was going to follow. He took the gun and stopped the car when he was far enough from the road. The other car stopped also, and four men came out.
Nathan opened his door and stepped out of the car, his back to the men.
"You," one of them said. "Mutant. We don't like mutants at all, freak. We told you little friend, but he didn't give you the message too well."
We'll show you what we mean," another one said, walking closer.
Nathan smiled, and turned around slowly.
"You injured my friend," he said menacingly. "You shouldn't, 'cause now I have to settle a few scores. Revenge is sweet in the heart of the savage."
To that, he jumped towards the wall, leaned on it and landed on the SUV's top. "I've always thought actions speak louder than words," Nathan said, now in back of them. "Let me show you."
He jumped off, missing the bullets that zoomed towards him. He high kicked the first man and punched him in the jaw. The second one came behind him and he used a judo move to bring him down. That one now had a broken jaw and a serious pain in the ribs, which were most likely to crack if hit again. The third one tried to shoot at him again, but it only got him to get a broken leg, and right after, a broken neck. The fourth one hadn't moved from his place but ran towards Nathan as he was going to go back to the first one who was getting back on his feet.
Seeing that he was running towards him, Nathan pulled out his gun and shot three times in his chest. The man fell to his knees, gripping his chest, then fell to the floor.
The first and second men, back on their feet, started running to the car and a fanged grin appeared again on his face. He jumped, and landed in front of them one knee and one hand on the ground.
"I'm not done with you two," he said in a sinister way.
One of them took out a gun and shot right at Nathan's chest. A rivulet of blood drained down his black shirt, and stopped after a few seconds. Nathan passed his index in the blood path, and brought it to his lips.
"Tell me you can do better than that," he said, amused in a sadistic way.
The two men looked at each other, terrified. Nathan made a step forward, then another and arrived right in front of the two guys.
Two, long and terrified screams were heard from the back alley, then it was silence.
A hostile silence.
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. *silence*.
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Chapter 8: transformation of vengeance
Nathan turned to see his friend on the floor again. He rushed to him, and saw that he was breathing, but that his pulse was very feeble. His wound was still loosing blood and the white carpet was stained. Nathan rushed to their bags and filled them with their things. When he came back, Max was floating again, but this time, upside-down. He brought him to the ground and pulled off his shoes. He placed in each one a little paperweight he used. It was pretty heavy and that way, Nathan was sure that he wouldn't float around in front of people down in the lobby. He took all the things and ran to the elevator. He ran back in the room and took Max out.
His friend was still wearing the blood-stained white shirt, and was wearing black baggy pants, similar to those Nathan were wearing. He had a black shirt and put on his trench-coat before arriving in the lobby. He placed Max's vest on his friend's shoulders.
It took him a bit of time to get everything in the car and place Max on the backseat, but he finally left, after having paid his stay.
He was good at driving fast, and once again, it was what he had to do. He took out his gun and placed in on the other seat. He knew that the black SUV that was following them belonged to the MDF guys. An uncontrollable rage filled his heart and mind, knowing that the men that had hurt his friend were in that car. Without him knowing, the rage that filled him transformed his appearance. His skin was darker, his hair was not brown but looked more like very dark black, his ears were pointy, and most of all, his eyes were a crazy shade of amethyst. Scars from his accident reappeared on his covered arms and chest, three particular ones running from his neck.
It wasn't Nathan anymore. It was a boy dominated by fiery taste for revenge.
Nathan's 'second personality' took over him completely, and now controlled his mind and actions. He pressed on the gas pedal a bit harder, and so did the driver of the SUV. A fanged grin appeared on Nathan's face. He burned a light, almost causing an accident, and continued on the wet road. Nathan pulled in a little alley knowing that the other car was going to follow. He took the gun and stopped the car when he was far enough from the road. The other car stopped also, and four men came out.
Nathan opened his door and stepped out of the car, his back to the men.
"You," one of them said. "Mutant. We don't like mutants at all, freak. We told you little friend, but he didn't give you the message too well."
We'll show you what we mean," another one said, walking closer.
Nathan smiled, and turned around slowly.
"You injured my friend," he said menacingly. "You shouldn't, 'cause now I have to settle a few scores. Revenge is sweet in the heart of the savage."
To that, he jumped towards the wall, leaned on it and landed on the SUV's top. "I've always thought actions speak louder than words," Nathan said, now in back of them. "Let me show you."
He jumped off, missing the bullets that zoomed towards him. He high kicked the first man and punched him in the jaw. The second one came behind him and he used a judo move to bring him down. That one now had a broken jaw and a serious pain in the ribs, which were most likely to crack if hit again. The third one tried to shoot at him again, but it only got him to get a broken leg, and right after, a broken neck. The fourth one hadn't moved from his place but ran towards Nathan as he was going to go back to the first one who was getting back on his feet.
Seeing that he was running towards him, Nathan pulled out his gun and shot three times in his chest. The man fell to his knees, gripping his chest, then fell to the floor.
The first and second men, back on their feet, started running to the car and a fanged grin appeared again on his face. He jumped, and landed in front of them one knee and one hand on the ground.
"I'm not done with you two," he said in a sinister way.
One of them took out a gun and shot right at Nathan's chest. A rivulet of blood drained down his black shirt, and stopped after a few seconds. Nathan passed his index in the blood path, and brought it to his lips.
"Tell me you can do better than that," he said, amused in a sadistic way.
The two men looked at each other, terrified. Nathan made a step forward, then another and arrived right in front of the two guys.
Two, long and terrified screams were heard from the back alley, then it was silence.
A hostile silence.
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. *silence*.