Broken Angle Novels & Stories

The moment I saw what happened to Blaze, I immediately ran to him. Blaze was kneeling on the ground with an immense pain. It could be clearly seen that both of his left and right hands had fractures on the radius and ulna. Blood was spilling from his skin. It was completely mangled. This idiot…! He attempted to pull that sword…! His bones weren’t strong enough to sustain the sudden weight by the gravity magic— that's why it snaps. I was worried.

I say again, louder this time. My reflection disagrees. I can see it in my own eyes—the truth I'm trying to bury. I didn't do the right thing. I did the safe thing. The selfish thing. The cowardly thing. My fist connects with the mirror before I realize I'm moving. Glass explodes. Pain radiates up my arm, sharp and immediate. Blood wells from cuts across my knuckles, dripping into the sink. I stare at the blood spreading across white porcelain. "This is nothing," I whisper to the shattered reflection. "Nothing compared to what I did to her."

The sound of bone breaking came twice. Frank’s kneecaps were crushed and bent out of shape after Kaze stomped on them.

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It was 8:30am. "I have to go check on Noel.." I mumbled. I got up from bed and brushed my teeth and headed out of my room. I stopped in my tracks when I noticed Hazel sleeping peacefully on the couch in the living room with a book in her hand. "Did she fall asleep while reading?" I smiled and walked towards her. On my way, I ended up bumping into the marble vase on the table beside her and it shattered on the floor with a loud clank. Surprised by the loud noise, Hazel woke up and stared at me, and then at the floor where the broken pieces laid.

I ignored his comment as I grabbed his arm and looked at a cut that wasn't deep enough to need stitches but was still slowly gushing more and more blood. Opening the first aid kit, I started to clean the cut before I would bandage it. "Aren't you curious as to what happened?" Noah asked as I kept my gaze on the wound and fixed it. "I fell, that's what happened. I'm not even clumsy so I'm not sure how I fell. Wow, maybe I am clumsy. If I fell it's because I'm clumsy, right? Wait, I just remember I drank so maybe I'm not clumsy and it was just the alcohol. Yeah, that makes sense. I play soccer, there's no way I'm clumsy."

She stepped closer to Joey and turned her head so that she could speak very quietly, right beside his ear. "I think she really broke her arm" she said. His gaze met hers. A brief eye contact but, like the moment they’d both heard the child scream, she knew they were both thinking exactly the same thing. This injury needed to be sorted urgently or Mia might end up with reduced function in her hand. This wasn’t the place to try and put in an IV and administer pain relieving drugs. It could be done far more efficiently and safely once she was in the emergency department. It was Joey's turn to crouch beside the car.

“It has to be done Amelia, we can’t risk you getting an infection” Tears welled in my eyes as again a sharp pain went through my body, starting at the large wound on my head. I felt all my muscles begin to spasm as I desperately tried to control or at least hide the pain. Quiet whimpers escaped my mouth as I held my lips together tightly and I heard Abran sigh. I closed my eyes again and laid still for what felt like hours, finally my eyes open with tears streaming down my face to Abran kissing my cheek softly.

“Where did she go?” Byron pointed to the left. There was a lot of pain with a fair amount of blood, and he realized Janice's sucker punch had probably broken his nose. They had discussed this at length. She wanted to pull the punch, taking it easy on his poor face, though he argued if she gave any less than her full force, it would strain the credibility of their story. Now, however, he wished he had allowed her to hold back a little. That little girl definitely packed a wallop.

He pulled his arm back and struck the wall again, and again, and again. Boom! Boom! Boom! The sound of solid stone fracturing echoed alongside the sickening, distinct pop of his own bones breaking. His knuckles split open completely. Thick, dark blood seeped out of his skin, gushing down his hand and splashing heavily onto the floor. Two of his finger bones fractured under the brutal impact, the sharp pain radiating up his arm, but he didn't care. He didn't even flinch. He just kept punching until the entire section of the reinforced stone wall collapsed inward, crumbling into a pile of gray dust and rubble.