Guess who's back? ... No, it's not Santa you idiot. (though the red and white coat and cap may have tricked you) It's ME, LanternLover23, alive and more ready than ever to write more chappies! Though soon they will become even less frequent due to something coming up soon: School! Duh duh dun! *dramatic music plays in background*
Let the fun begin, mysteries unravel and chaos ensue!
I knew who it was and the feeling of dread wad filling in my stomach by the second. I charged into the Jack O house, searching for my half brother. It wasn't hard. He was in the living room, a figure looming over him like in my dream. It turned and my suspiscions were confirmed.
Streak. My brother was standing up, but he looked like he was going to fall to rhe ground at any second. He had a black eye and large gash in his arm where blood was dripping and onto the floor.
Something inside me exploded when I saw him like that. Call it 'big sibling' instincts, or whatever, but I got so mad that if looks could kill, Streak would be on the floor with a chainsaw embedded through his chest. Which I'm sure (even if it's a little morbid, is something we'd all enjoy)
And when I say something exploded, something exploded. Literally. I felt a burning in my chest and my vison went black.
The ground around me burst into flames and I was screaming the most bloody murder you've ever heard in your life. The feeling that came next was weird. On the inside it felt I like milk and honey but on the outside it felt like a thousand needles were being pushed into me everywhere. When it was over, I was definetly different. My vision was much sharper and everything was tinted in orange.
On the outside, I was a eight feet tall bulking fire demon, skin like molten lava anda head surrounded by flames. Just imagine Heatblast from Ben 10, just way bigger.
Mal's mouth dropped open but I was too much in a fury of anger to notice. There was only one thought on my mind right now: I was going to kill Streak.
I couldn't tell what emotion Streak's one eye was filled with- fear or confidence.
This annoying wind demon reminded me too much of everyone I hated- my dad, Dexter, Hoodwink when he ignored me, and suddenly I was imagining he was every person who'd ever wronged me and it just intensified my anger.
I lost all rational thinking and lunged for the asshole we all know as Streak. He dodged, but I tried several more times before getting him in grasp. His beating hummingbird like wings had come to a stop. His eyes were now definetely filled with fear. He gripped harder and harder until he was gasping for air. Blood started to leak out onto my fingers.
"Not so cocky now are you." I mocked in my raspy demon voice.
I chucked him halfway across the room like a rag doll where he rebounded on the wall before skidding to a halt in a bloody heap. He managed to create a portal and limp in. My anger started to disapate and my vision went black again before I looked down and realized I was back to normal again.
Mal ran up to me, asking questions by the truckload as he clutched his bleeding arm. I stayed silent in shock and fear. It was scared, okay? I'll admit it. I had changed into a Fire Demon a couple times before but it had always been intentional.
If I turned into a Fire Demon when I got mad, what if I accidentally hurt someone? I obviously had no rational thinking when I turned into a fire demon by rage.
I knew even if this was big my story wasn't over yet. I still had adventures ahead of me, in GMAD and elsewhere- whether I liked it or not.
Phew, I'm done. This is the first time I ever changed into a Fire Demon because I got mad. I'll hint towards future chappies- a school in the Afterlife, the return of an prick I never really knew and more.