Knuckles Crying Novels & Stories

"The whole layout. Everything we built. Gone." *BOOM.* By the fifth strike, the skin over his knuckles had completely split open, painting the white brick in thick streaks of his own human blood. His fingers were broken, the bone clicking unnaturally under the meat, but he just kept smashing his hand into the stone until his forearm was shaking too hard to lift. "Stop it, Korr!" Rylan yelled, rocking me back and forth on the ruined mattress. "You're not helping her! Look at her! She's slipping!"

Pain shot through my wrists. But I kept going. I needed to get free. I needed that phone. I pulled harder. Too hard. A sharp pain suddenly shot through my hand. I froze. My breath caught. For a second, I couldn't move. My wrist throbbed. I looked down. My hand was already swelling. "Fuck." Tears filled my eyes. I bit my lip to stop myself from crying out. I may have dislocated my wrists. But I couldn't make noise. I couldn't let them know.

KIM I slam the door of my car close with a thud, and I drive off aggressively. I drove like a madman until I was far away from the building. I turned towards a deserted alley, and I stopped the car with a sharp brake. I grabbed the steering wheel until my knuckles turned white. I blinked multiple times in an attempt to stop the new fresh tears from falling, but it wouldn't yield. I hit the steering wheel repeatedly with so much force that I could feel pain radiating from my knuckle up the way to my shoulder.

He held both his hands against his forehead, holding it tightly. The pain was probably obvious from his expression and from the blood flowing from his nose. His hand fell to cover his stomach as he winced in discomfort. I clenched my fist tighter and glared angrily at him. I hit him this time harder enough that my knuckles cracked painfully, and then again and again until his screams died down. He was shaking, all bloodied, I let go of his face, letting him breathe, and kneeled beside him. He was shivering uncontrollably and tears ran down his cheeks freely.

I blinked, trying to see what was happening, and Kral had already made several bloody holes in Nick. Kral's black shirt was stained with blood, and the knuckles on his knife hand bulged. Each time he made a cut, it was precise and quick, and there was not a trace of hesitation or emotion in his movements. A dull thump rang out, turning the white hilt of his knife red.

Why? With my thoughts on Sabrina, my fists curve into tight balls and my finger nails dig extremely deep into my palms as I sob quietly, so as not to wake Roxy up. The pain is unbearable but I continue to tighten my fists and when I lift them up, blood is oozing out of the deep crescents formed by my nails.

His knuckles were scraped raw. Guilt hit me like a wave. I hated that he was hurt, I hated that he had to fight for me, I hated that I wasn’t strong enough to stop any of it. I stared again at his bruised face, my throat tightening around a scream I didn’t let out. His lip was busted, blood crusted at the corner, a smear along his jaw. His knuckles looked worse—raw, angry red and swollen. I wondered if they throbbed. I wondered if he could even feel them because I could and my chest ached with every breath.

" The man nodded his head repeatedly cringing he kept his hand held against the wall and shut his eyes already aware pain was coming. BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG! "AAAAH! AAAAHGH!" The man cried out in pain tears streaming down his cheeks as he bit his lip trying to contain his will to move his hand. Collen shot off each finger in rapid succession and finally at the end put a hole in the center of his palm. The man shook and sobbed uncontrollably, even took the Joe approach and began pissing himself. BUT he did not move his hand.

I whispered, taking several steps back from him. He smiled sadly as I walked out of the hall when everyone dispersed. I was glad that I'd been able to get my anger out for once, but I felt hollow, I needed more. I decided to find a place to release this anger. I hit the stone close to me, the shock made my hand throb painfully and I quickly rubbed my fingers. But no matter how many times I did that I couldn't remove the pain, my knuckles were red and swollen. I sighed looking down at my bleeding knuckles.

His breathing was strained, but he was doing his hardest to not show it. Creed stood casually while cracking his wrist. They observed him gently biting one end of the large bandage with his teeth and holding the other end with his left arm while tightening it over his injured knuckles. "Since you couldn't hear it the first time. I'll say it again… " Creed uttered as re-wrapped the bandage around his shattered knuckles, "Back off… or the next hole won't just be through your armor."