Woke Up And Chose Violence Novels & Stories

The way he says it makes it appear like he’s the one who’s been put in a shitty situation and I’m somehow making things worse. “Fuck you!” I scream at him again. “Poor choice of words? The poor choice was banishing my sister and ruining my parents!” It’s late. My head is pounding. My body is trembling from renewed adrenaline, and I decide that maybe sometimes, like now, for instance, violence is the answer to him.

My heart eased, and all I can see is Saint's smiling face. 'You can do it, baby! I am so proud of you.' Oh God, forgive me for this sin. I opened my eyes and immediately looked around. I can't die now. This kind of person is not going to bring me down, I can't allow it. I moved quickly when I felt a hand punch me. I grabbed that hand and twisted it, I heard a broken bone and a scream. I wasted no time and immediately kicked that man's neck. And I am now sure of it, I just made my first kill. Instead of being afraid, my desperation prevailed to join the ones who will be saved in our bloody fight.

I pointed my finger at the blankets and screamed like they were going to feel threatened. “CASEY ” Zazu's voice rang throughout the apartment. To hell with. I yanked the door and soughted “ I am awake. I am awake ”. Shut my door with a loud bang. Did you hear that ? That is called peace that I hardly get. Usually I am not a violent person but what do you expect from a girl who has not had her morning coffee yet and on top of that I am still struggling with the hangover.

Suddenly he raised a high knee and I blocked with my elbow, then swung at him back. The man spun in a 360 and landed a kick to my abdomen, sending me back and hitting a tree too. Pain ricocheted from that point of contact to the rest of my body, and I groaned out in agony. By the time I opened my eyes, I was on the ground, and spots were dancing in my line of vision. I spat blood, then spoke up. "I am not like my father. I do not support violence against Cursed Ones. Hell, my mate is a Cursed One!"

‘‘Goodbye mama, bye papa,’’ I whispered as I held the scalpel tightly in my hand and brought it slowly towards my neck. I had always been a psychopath, Vince knew it, it was what he had been trying to tell and prove to the whole of Maslow High School. I wanted to watch it all, the blood dripping from my neck, sliced flesh. Watch all of it slowly and enjoy my last entertainment. ME. Life is a series of choices; it is a series of choices that build up on each other like a stair case. It is the choices that make us, and every time, we are torn between options.

I wanted to bash their heads in with the heavy sculpture on the fireplace mantel and strip the flesh from their bones piece by piece until they begged for death. It was the first time I’d had such violent thoughts. Mama was sweet and loving, and Papa was tough but fair. Honorable. They had raised Nina and me to be the same. But after seeing what those men did, I wanted to torture them slowly. Endlessly. Except I couldn’t. If I went out there, they would kill me too, and there would be no vengeance. No justice. Drip. Drip. Dripdripdrip. I bled faster. I couldn’t look away as the second man raised his gun again and fired.

"I'm free. After seven months in a minimum security facility for defending myself against a violent assault, I'm home. I'm whole. And I'm ready to tell my story. My mother sold me to a man who intended to traffic me. When he tried to r*pe me, I fought back. I grabbed a knife and I stabbed him. Then I ran. I lived in fear for months, waiting for the consequences of surviving. When I was finally arrested, I could have fought the charges. I could have hired expensive lawyers to make it all go away. Instead, I pled guilty to aggravated assault because I wanted to face what I'd done head on. Not because I was wrong to defend myself, but because I was ready to stop running. Prison taught me that s

Now we just had to figure out how to get past the guards and escape this hellhole. “We’ll have to fight our way out,” I continued, pacing the small space between us. My heart thudded in my chest, adrenaline buzzing through me. “But if you can, stun them instead of killing them. I mean, I haven’t been tainted enough by the world to be too jaded, you know? I'm not exactly softhearted, but I still want to make a difference. Show everyone that violence isn’t always the answer.” “Bullocks!” “I'm serious! You can't just kill them. Some of them are my, um, well, friends. Not super close, but some of them owe a bakery, and they bake cake that is out of this world yummy. I just—”

Asked, "You planned this?" Kieran did not answer because he did not need to. The truth was already there. I stepped forward slowly toward the console ignoring the chaos, the shouting, the panic. Because this was the moment, the one I almost died for, the one I lost everything for, the one I came back for. My fingers hovered over the controls then I smiled, cold, certain and for the first time completely in control. I said softly "You wanted me to choose?" The man in black glared at me with rage burning in his eyes. I continued, "Well I choose destruction." I pressed enter.

"I was acting. I was—" "You were conflicted. You were torn. You were—human. I saw it. Every time you hesitated. Every time you looked guilty. Every time you—almost told me truth. You did not want this. Did not want—revenge. You wanted—peace. Same as me. But you felt obligated. Felt—trapped by family loyalty. By—mission. So I am giving you out. Right now. Right here. You walk away. You choose different. You—live. Or you fight. You die. You become exactly what your uncle was. Dead man who chose violence over—everything else. Choose. Now. Choose—who you want to be."