"Wrath is a powerful thing, Don't get someone angry or you may see the
consequences, Fury is not exception, he can express his anger in many
forms, he isn't one you want to get angry"
Part #2: The Flashback
Despite the fact that Fury was locked inside his basement, he didn't give up hope, he smashed the prism onto an iron bowl in his basement. The prism shattered, This wasn't the first time Fury had been prismed so he knew how to dispose of the prism. Fury knew at least 12 secret ways to get out of his, but he knew that if the Select Corps found him, he would need to have a way to protect himself. Fury scavenged his house for anything useful, but instead he found a small chest with "Requiem" inscribed on it. Requiem was Fury's last name. He opened the box like something was forcing him to, the contents of the box were a darkanite open helmet from the medieval times, some kind of purple chain mail cape, a long silver sword with a bronze handle and a holding leather case. There was also a letter, with anticipation. Fury began read, but he discovered it wasn't a letter, but some sort of drawing, Fury fell back and was knocked out, like the drawing was forcing him to do it. While he slept he had a flash back..
Music:
"NO! YOU"LL NEVER TAKE ME ALIVE!"
Fury as a young child around 3 years old, was running away from the select corps screaming very loudly, his attempts did not work, the Select Corps ran up to him and caught him.
PUT ME DOWN! Screamed Fury while trying to escape from a Select Corp Officer's arms
The Select Corp officer tried to hold Fury still "No!" He replied
Fury continued to scream loudly.
" YOU BETTER PUT ME DOWN OR ELSE! I'M WARNING YOU!!!!" Fury warned him
The Select Corp officer held Fury still "Or What?" he said with a smirk on his face
"OR THIS!" Yelled Fury
Fury's body began to glow orangish yellow; He then closed his eyes and concentrated extremely hard. Then all of a sudden, the ground began to turn a dust brown and cracked up.
"RUN EVERYONE! HE"S ATTEMTPING TO CAST THUNDERCRUSH!!" The Select Corp Officer tried to direct his allies away but it was to late, the Select Corps Officers tried to run, but it was to late, the ground had cracked to much, then couldn't get across, they were trapped!
"FEEL MY WRATH!!!!!" Guffawed Fury
"DON'T DO THIS FURY!!!!!" warned the Officer
An evil smirk appeared across Fury's face "TO LATE!!!!!!!!"
A light the same color as the glow around Fury's body appeared in the cracks, the rushed up like geysers, burning the select corps officers' bodies. After Fury was done, the Select Corps Officers were lying on the ground, in pain. Fury walked over to them, spat in their faces and grunted. "Serves you all Right!"
Fury then awoke from his flashback. Fury pressed his hand on his fore head and brushed back his hair and said to himself "I forgot I could do that, I was born with that talent, now I know I'm ready"
"And with that, Fury strapped the sword case to his leg and slid on the helmet. He has his usual angry and sad expression on his face, but deep inside, it was in satisfaction. He knew exactly, how to get out there, now.."
Part #2: The Flashback
Despite the fact that Fury was locked inside his basement, he didn't give up hope, he smashed the prism onto an iron bowl in his basement. The prism shattered, This wasn't the first time Fury had been prismed so he knew how to dispose of the prism. Fury knew at least 12 secret ways to get out of his, but he knew that if the Select Corps found him, he would need to have a way to protect himself. Fury scavenged his house for anything useful, but instead he found a small chest with "Requiem" inscribed on it. Requiem was Fury's last name. He opened the box like something was forcing him to, the contents of the box were a darkanite open helmet from the medieval times, some kind of purple chain mail cape, a long silver sword with a bronze handle and a holding leather case. There was also a letter, with anticipation. Fury began read, but he discovered it wasn't a letter, but some sort of drawing, Fury fell back and was knocked out, like the drawing was forcing him to do it. While he slept he had a flash back..
Music:
"NO! YOU"LL NEVER TAKE ME ALIVE!"
Fury as a young child around 3 years old, was running away from the select corps screaming very loudly, his attempts did not work, the Select Corps ran up to him and caught him.
PUT ME DOWN! Screamed Fury while trying to escape from a Select Corp Officer's arms
The Select Corp officer tried to hold Fury still "No!" He replied
Fury continued to scream loudly.
" YOU BETTER PUT ME DOWN OR ELSE! I'M WARNING YOU!!!!" Fury warned him
The Select Corp officer held Fury still "Or What?" he said with a smirk on his face
"OR THIS!" Yelled Fury
Fury's body began to glow orangish yellow; He then closed his eyes and concentrated extremely hard. Then all of a sudden, the ground began to turn a dust brown and cracked up.
"RUN EVERYONE! HE"S ATTEMTPING TO CAST THUNDERCRUSH!!" The Select Corp Officer tried to direct his allies away but it was to late, the Select Corps Officers tried to run, but it was to late, the ground had cracked to much, then couldn't get across, they were trapped!
"FEEL MY WRATH!!!!!" Guffawed Fury
"DON'T DO THIS FURY!!!!!" warned the Officer
An evil smirk appeared across Fury's face "TO LATE!!!!!!!!"
A light the same color as the glow around Fury's body appeared in the cracks, the rushed up like geysers, burning the select corps officers' bodies. After Fury was done, the Select Corps Officers were lying on the ground, in pain. Fury walked over to them, spat in their faces and grunted. "Serves you all Right!"
Fury then awoke from his flashback. Fury pressed his hand on his fore head and brushed back his hair and said to himself "I forgot I could do that, I was born with that talent, now I know I'm ready"
"And with that, Fury strapped the sword case to his leg and slid on the helmet. He has his usual angry and sad expression on his face, but deep inside, it was in satisfaction. He knew exactly, how to get out there, now.."