Hi, I am back with the next chapter of Identity Change. Sorry that the last one was a….er…bit too short. This one is pretty much the same length. Just to let you guys know, I am still a beginner at this submitting thing, and I get writer's block for a long while. So you have to bear with me here. Anyway, here is the next chapter. Read and Review! (No flames please. I am not the kind of person who would listen to flames. If you want to flame, flame somewhere else.)
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Chapter 2: An Hour of Evil and Vengeance
I arrived to a busy market square and perched behind the roof top of a tall building. My lips curved into an evil smirk underneath the part of the black cloth that was covering it as my good eye scanned the area of my very first victims. It is such a shame that they will not be going anywhere after they are finished with their shopping-except through the razor sharp edge of my Katana blade. Such weaklings they are! They do not even know who is coming after them.
I carefully stepped partly around the roof top so that I would be beside it, and unsheathed both of my Katana swords.
Then, like an eagle swooping down towards a salmon in the blue waters of the ocean, I rapidly dived down towards the busy crowd, and sliced both of my Katana swords at the unsuspecting people, spraying blood every which way. Screams of panic erupted everywhere as men, women, and children tried to flee the area, but with my agility and accuracy I had managed to slice them all. For some of them, I stabbed one of my Katana swords through and pulling it out in a quick motion.
Like the many enemies that I fought, I actually enjoyed this little massacre that I am putting upon the market square. It feels invigorating and it also feels that I seem to have superior force over anyone who dares to stand in my way-especially my father, that son of a bitch. This is his punishment of all the pain that he had inflicted upon me throughout all of these years.
As an addition to my slaughters of the many innocent lives, I ran into some of shops to raid the items that were being sold there, killing anyone who tried to stop me. With weak ki blasts, I had also managed to destroy the interior of the shops after taking away my precious loot that I had stolen from them. I didn't even bother to hear the whimpering low-life bitches that were cowering underneath the check-out desk.
An hour had gone past, and my work for now was complete. I sheathed my two blood-stained Katana's, and rose up into the air where I had sent hundreds continuous ki blasts all over the town as my finishing move, turning a number of buildings into piles of rubble. I was all set to turn home until an energy blast set me off guard, but I had dodged it, and hammered whoever it was hard into the ground. I lowered myself beside my next opponent, and stared into the eyes of Vegeta.