Novel & Cerita Born Of A Broken Man Rage Against The Machine

He said as he lifted my chin, forcing me to look him in the eyes once again. I stayed silent. "Answer me!" He yelled in my face. In that moment a burst of confidence and bravery came over me. "Fuck you." I said back. "Will do." He responded with a wink. This only made me more angry. The only person who can make those disgusting and annoying remarks towards me is Jack and he isn't Jack. "Your fucking pathetic." I scoffed. "I'm pathetic? Look at you. Your chained to a metal pole, no way out." He sneered in my face.

I cried. Rick began to take off his belt. “Not if I have anything to say about it.” “Rick, please. I promise I didn't get them by doing anything bad. I promise.” I wiped my eyes. He unlaced his belt and I closed my eyes waiting for the first strike. After the first three hits in the first three screams, I couldn't take it anymore. I couldn't do this anymore. I had done nothing wrong. I may not have earned the money they bought those clothes but I did earn the money they paid for those repairs to the bike I wrecked. I work. I've been working. I've been cleaning.

~Enzo~ Sometimes, you can break a man with instruments of torture. As his bones shatter and blood pools, he’ll eventually give in and do anything you say to stop the pain. I’ve only met one or two who couldn’t. If you let him live afterwards, he’ll never be quite the same, knowing he wasn’t as untouchable as he once thought he was.

He’d set the stage perfectly, backing me into a corner where I had no choice but to fight, and now he was sitting back to enjoy the show. And maybe it was the poison in the air, maybe it was the sting of my cheek, maybe it was years of being pulled like a marionette by men who had shaped every bar of my prison, but something in me snapped. Something fundamental and irreparable broke apart, and in its place rose something harder, sharper, more dangerous. I lifted my chin, forcing my gaze to meet my father’s even as tears blurred the edges of him, even as my heart hammered against my ribs like a caged bird. “You want a punishment? Fine. Here’s mine.”

But then I searched closer to the surface for a reminder of why I was still alive and that’s when I felt the rage that burned like a scorching fire and I closed my eyes and touched the flame, letting it be the center of everything I was right now. I needed the anger to stay alive and to survive this. I don't know what Darian expected to happen now; we’d go back home to the palace and I would be his docile little fuck puppet? He not only removed the last tethers to my humanity, the only people I hung onto, my baby sister who hadn't even started her life, but he also awoke a rage that you can’t feel until you stop pushing away the things that make you truly crazy.

“Why did you do this to us?” Her lips trembled, blood bubbling at the edges. “Because I was broken first… as a child. My own parents… they shattered me. I thought if I could control everything, engineer perfection… I could fix it. Fix me.” She coughed, pain wracking her body. “But you can’t fix broken… with more breaking.” Her gaze softened, a fragile warmth cutting through the despair. “You’re all free now. Please… live. Be human… messy… emotional… loving. Be everything I never could.”

My mind replayed the day over and over—the whispers, the laughter, Tyler’s smirk, the word orphan thrown like a stone. And for the first time since my parents died, I felt something darker than grief. I felt rage. Not the loud rage of shouting. Not the childish rage of tantrums. But the quiet rage of a man who had been humiliated beyond endurance. I opened my eyes slowly. My gaze was empty, but behind that emptiness, something was forming—something hard, something sharp, something dangerous. I had walked into school as a wounded boy. But I was leaving it as something else. Something that would not remain weak. Something that would not remain broken forever.

“They all think I should apologize. They wait for me to beg. To weep. To fall on my knees and cry for forgiveness. But I will not. I can’t. I do not even know how. I was never made for begging. I was made for winning. And I will win again. Even if I have to destroy every last person who doubted me.” “Oh, listen to me. Talking to the walls, pacing these empty floors. No maids, no calls, no friends, no Marcus, no family. Just me and these shadows. Maybe I am mad. Maybe I have always been. But it does not matter. Because madness is not weakness. Madness is freedom. No rules. No limits. No shame. Just me. Just my rage. Just my hunger. And hunger, my dear invisible audience, hunger will always ea

The Rage reaches for her and I’m screaming but I can’t move, can’t protect her, can only push as my baby forces its way into a world that’s ending. Warriors throw themselves at the entity and are obliterated. Alistair shifts into his massive black wolf and charges. The freed children use what power they have left to create barriers that shatter instantly. Nothing works, nothing stops it. The Rage’s appendage is inches from Tempest when the baby crowns. The healer is shouting something about one more push and I push because what else can I do, and the baby slides into the world with a sound like reality sighing. A boy.