Born Of A Broken Man Rage Against The Machine Novels & Stories

Each drop feels like a knife carving through me. I lunge forward despite the cage, my hands scrabbling against the bars, but it’s useless. I can’t reach, can’t stop it. I can only watch. When the last drop is gone, he laughs and walks away. Rage floods me, hotter than thirst, hotter than pain. For a moment, my body feels strong again, powered by fury alone. I press my forehead hard against the bars and whisper, hoarse but certain, “I won’t break. Not for you.”

Her whisper is broken, broken by sorrow, but her eyes are shining at me with crystal clear intensity, blazing with intelligence but soft and tempered with compassion. “I do know. The thing is, I come from the same place. Not a place of nurture but a place of nature. So, if you think you were born a monster, that’s nonsense. That’s the biggest load of bullcrap I have ever heard. If you think you can be made one, I think you’re right, but that’s not you. You were with that man in that life long enough that you could have gone in that direction if you wanted to. You could have found those men who did what they did to your family, and you could have had your revenge, but instead, you spend your

Something that has been held under control cracks and breaks and releases. I do not remember standing. I cannot recall the decision to stand or the mechanics of my body responding to the need to move. I can only feel the rage. Red hot and absolute and consuming everything else. The table splinters beneath my palm when I hit it. My hand cracks through the obsidian surface like it is nothing. Like my fury has made me stronger than physics. Stronger than stone. My chair slams back with enough force to topple. Stone cracks beneath my feet as I move.

Fuck it hurts to breathe. "I'm fine, just a few broken ribs this time. You know I can't fight back. The punishment will be worse than the beating so I'll take the latter. Can we just head to my house?" My voice is just barely above a whisper. I feel a hand grab my arm and I panic thinking it's Maximus so I rip my arm away which wasn't the best decision. The second I pulled my arm away a fourth broken rib makes itself known.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean..." "Why? You're asking me why?" Zeenah cut her off harshly too, as she cuddled the baby more to her bosom. "It's because I'm tainted; a piece of used baggage that has no value left. It's because I'm broken beyond repair and I don't think I deserve to be happy, ever..." "Enough! Please!" Samira winced at the pain in her stomach, but she quickly masked it off. "Why do you keep wishing for the worst thing ever?"

"You are an amazing person whether you see it or not. You see everything you've been through as bad luck but I see it as struggles that you made it through and became stronger from. I'm not scared of your past, Tiffany." Tiffany exhaled through her noes. She held a worrisome and somewhat sad look on her face which made my chest ache because I knew she was finding it hard to believe and accept that someone was willing to love her despite the baggage she was carrying. "Maybe you're right," she finally said, looking at me with soft eyes. "But... I'm broken and messed up and have pieces of me all over the place. That's not something anybody should have to deal with, Noah."

“I know! He seems to be filled with so much pain, I’m surprised he has not committed suicide. I have seen a lot of people expressing their emotions. But never have I seen a kid with so much pain and anger and hatred who has managed to keep it hidden in that dark corner of his heart for so long and is yet to commit suicide. Even now, he is still filled with so much anger and hatred! I don’t know what to do!” “Can’t you just send him back inside?” “No! It only works once for each person!” “This is bad! Very bad!” “No it’s not!” they all turned to look at the one who just spoke up. “What do you mean?” “He is filled with so much anger and hatred for our enemies, the nobles. He is still useful fo

The hall was deathly silent. “You couldn’t even pretend to want me,” Agnes continued, her composure cracking. “You loathed my touch. My presence. I was a placeholder. A convenience.” Marcus reached for her. “Agnes—” “Don’t touch me!” Her Alpha power surged, slamming into the chamber like a shockwave. Warriors staggered. Elders flinched. “I will not be erased quietly,” Agnes said, her voice trembling with rage. “If this world only respects bloodshed, then so be it.”

The voices in my head was too loud that it made more complicated for me to think at this moment. I tried to hug my baby and for the last time I knew that I could still have him once more but I should be on the other side of the reality. I grabbed a broken glass nearby and while tears flowing to my cheeks I screamed out loud and let my arms burst in blood.

Seeing the scenario in front of me, I didn't know either to be happy that he was home or to be worried because he was drunk, because Adam never gets drunk on weekdays, especially this drunk that he can't even walk straight. I quickly rushed towards him, supporting him and frantically checking him as if I could find out what was wrong with him. Adam was mumbling something and stumbled. Then he looked at me and he was suddenly angry and pushed me aside so hard that I fell on the floor. I whimpered in pain as my arm hit the corner of the coffee table, and blood started to pour out of the cut. I looked up at Adam with tears in my eyes, hoping to see regret in his eyes, but I found anger instead.