Novel & Cerita Stick Figure Violence

He quickly crawled away, but I suddenly grabbed his foot and hit his leg with the stick again, causing him to scream. “This is for my parents!” I hit him again. “This is for Grandma Tasing!” I continued hitting him repeatedly until he was crippled. “This is for all the people who were victims of your violence! I will be the one to end what you started!” I hit him with all my strength while he continued to plead, causing me to stop.

Marshall said nonchalantly, "Ms. Jewell, if you have anything to say, you should say it calmly. Violence would be very undignified." Sophia was so angry that her lips was constantly twitching. 'If violence was undignified, then he should stop Stella instead. Why does he keep holding onto me and allow Stella to hit me? So, it was undignified for her to hit someone while Stella could hit others willy-nilly? How could someone possibly break a fight this way?' Sophia thought. Stella had hit her with a total of five slaps until her palm was starting to feel numb. Only then did Marshall stop her.

I said, referring to the night he asked me to strip naked in front of him. "I know how it feels, and for those children, it could leave lifelong scars. You know, responding to violence with violence isn't always the solution. Carlyle would also not be happy if she learned about this." Gunther's jaw tightened, but he eventually nodded. "Alright." He sighed heavily in defeat. "But, all of them would still be kicked out of this city and be stripped of everything they own." Finally, I sighed in relief. "Thank you." I said softly, a smile forming on my lips as I looked directly into his eyes.

He began to pull me and I turned around to face him. Using all the strength I could, I pushed back and shot my legs towards him. It pushed him back a little and released my leg. I decided that if he wouldn't let me run, then I would fit. There wasn't much beside me but when I felt a pen I decided that was enough. It could do as much violence. He was getting angrier I could see. He snarled at me, coming towards me and as his feet got close to my face, I used the reflexes I didn't know I had, using the pen to stab his ankles.

As I’m about to slip my pants off, the sound of a gunshot reaches our ears. Stuart snaps from his haze and looks back to see what is occurring. Taking the opportunity, I swing my weapon and stab him in the chest. His painful cry reverberates across the room and his gun skitters across the floor. Before he can do anything, I kick him in the knee and push the gun beneath the bed. His hand wraps around my hair, pulling it hard. My scalp burns, making me cry out as he slams my head against the bed, but I’m not down for the count. Using his own momentum, I reach back and slam the heel of my palm against his balls.

"Looking for something?" "Just enjoying the view." I slammed my fist into the side of his head, my knuckles ringing with the impact. It felt good to take my frustration out, to have a valid channel for it. This first strike was a warning, a reminder that I was capable of violence if he refused to cooperate. The rogue winced and spat blood at my feet. He must’ve bitten his tongue. "Try again,” I said. He chuckled darkly. "You're all so jumpy. Makes me wonder what you're hiding."

And what did happen when they did not give us up? Creating a spark , makes the sticks explode with fury fire. It awakens from it’s death like sleep , roaring promises to devour anything that touches it. The soldiers toy with my people – making my blood boil. They scare them , taunt them and playfully sway the lit stick before their eyes. The innocent steps back away from the fire's touch , but this invites the soldiers to cruelly mock them by stepping closer.

Stace gets him on the ground and hits him and Stucco pulls out a gun. Oh no. I step forward and point the gun at the two of them. “Don’t move,” I yell. Stucco looks up and the momentary distraction allows Stace the crucial break he needs. He hits him hard and fast four times in succession and he slams his head on the concrete. Stucco falls back dazed and incoherent. He doesn’t move again. I walk over to Stace who has blood running down from his eyebrow. “Are you okay?” I whisper.

(but too bad we can't have our fair share of fun) saying this they ordered to bring something and in-comes the third one holding a very thick stick in his hand and hands it over to his friend laughing evilly. I feel sick and nauseous as I get the worst feeling and suddenly with a blink of an eye the thick stick lands on my body hitting wherever it can. I groan in pain begging for them to leave me but my shouts and screams and begging turn into a fun game for them. I'm bleeding everywhere. My body has deep gnashed everywhere and I know some of my bones have also broken from the burning pain I'm feeling.

My grip around the wood tightened and I raised it up to attack. I swung the large stick into the back of his head, the wood collided with the hairless head and I watched in horror as the area that I delivered the wood at started swelling and blood was spilling out rapidly. I wasn't afraid of the blood but I feared that I might have killed someone.