Woke Up And Chose Violence Novels & Stories

Before I die, I'm taking you with me. Nathan's gaze flickered to the knife in her hand, and he gulped. "Let me go. I'll find the best doctors in the world to treat you." Trinity let out a hysterical laugh. "Too late. Go to hell." With that, she plunged the blade into his stomach and carved out both kidneys. I turned away, drifting out of the warehouse. I didn't dare look back. Nathan's agonized screams echoed in my ears. A single tear slipped down my cheek before it vanished into nothing.

Kim shouted he In the plane, Arielle couldn’t stop thinking of how her life is doomed. The face and image of the rapist couldn’t stop displaying in her mind. How can she lose something she has been keeping for years to some drug dealer who has no future plans. Thinking about this made her shed tears on the plane she saw a hand stretch forth a tissue “Don’t cry Miss, you will be fine.”.said one kid Arielle smiled and replied “thank you kid .” Arielle took the tissue and wiped her tears.

The image of me cutting Joanna’s throat flashed in my mind, and it startled me. What was wrong with me? I wasn’t a violent person. In fact, I hated violence. It had always been the core of my conflict with Michael—the way he embodied power and aggression. Even in high school, when Robert had betrayed me by marking Alison and nearly destroying my life, I had never once thought of killing him. My darkest thoughts had always been about ending my own suffering, not someone else’s. But now... something was different. Something dark and dangerous had awakened within me, and I didn’t know how to control it.

His voice came back into my ears, deep and husky. "I just told you how it works, Gianna," he said, "It is simple organization. The violence is inside me. It has been engraved in my DNA since the day I was born. It is a part of who I am, and it does not go away. But keeping it locked up in a box inside my mind is the only healthy way to live. The hunts are my release. I open that specific box in the woods, I let the violence out so it can breathe, and then I close the box tightly before I put my suit back on. It is a system. A system keeps everything running perfectly."

It was a peaceful, mutual ignorance. I could’ve joined him in that quiet corner, asked what he was working on. But what would I even say? ‘Nice wrist movement?’ After a long scroll through my feed and catching up on the latest celebrity gossip, I got bored. I turned on the TV, flicked through the channels, and stopped at a horror movie rerun. Something old-school. Haunting violins. Grainy filters. A creaking hallway. Perfect. “Do you mind if I watch TV?” I asked, just to be polite.

I lean down until our faces are close. - And even? In that case, I'll let you choose – I whisper, so only he can hear – I'll disfigure your filthy little hands with my gun or with my fists. Choose one - please. Your eyes are wide and your pupils are dilated, partly from the drug, partly from fear – I pray you choose the latter option. ANGELIC... I wake up feeling my body reacting in the worst possible way. My head is throbbing like never before. I try to open my eyes and am grateful for the darkness around me. I couldn't even stand a spark of sunshine.

he scoffed, “And when someone puts a gun to your head? When they put a knife to hers? What then? You gonna stand there quoting your vows, trying to be creative while they gut her alive?” My pulse spiked, heat licking my spine. I dragged hard on the cigarette, ash building long before I tapped it against the tray, “I’ll find another way. There’s always another way.” His eyes narrowed, disbelief hardening his face. “Another way? In our world, the only way is violence.”

This man has managed to draw me to him in a matter of seconds and without even muttering a single word. I am intrigued. Very. His gaze left me and they dropped down to the floor, "It's just that," He paused a bit, "That I don't know how to be normal anymore." He admitted over a heavy whisper, "How am I supposed to act, what am I supposed to say or do...I really have no clue." "For my whole life, there is only one way that I used to deal with everything there is." "What is it?" He turned me, "Violence," He shook his head, "It's the only way I know."

They keep both of them upright, kicking and punching them with such brutality. I realise I've been untied, so I carefully and silently ease my hands around to my front. The rogues are too caught up in their violence, so I look around. Soul is sat on a chair, fast asleep. I grit my teeth. 'I fucking wonder.' I think to myself. I pull myself up and grab the closest thing, which is thankfully a large, sharp knife and stalk over to Soul. This is my fight and damn it, I'm going to fucking kill him.

It sent excited tingles down my spine. Am I…am I excited by all this? I thought to myself, horrified. I’m excited by all this blood and violence? The scent of Liam’s blood lingered in my nose. I had the sudden urge for more blood. I was gripped with a desire to attack Jake, to punch him hard in the face and to feel the fragile bones in his nose shatter under the force of my fist. What the hell was wrong with me? I’d never like violence before! I’d always been a peaceful man. I’d fought when I had to, but always reluctantly. I never CRAVED violence before. I clenched my fists.