Cover story 14: An ally and a killer
You don't mix with the bad people, the smokers, the crack addicts, the people who use their free will to chain themselves further because just because. Everybody's just because is different, but we also give ourselves the excuse to not judge. As the boyfriend in order to help out had only one chance and that was joining these people in order to maybe release these chains, to be someone worth noticing and help that girl and her dad.
I guess time changes but the people remain the same
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At his broken boiling point, he was angered, triggered in an attempt to inclose the other in the cage he was in by all means due to his pain he was inclosing himself by capturing a dream of the perfect revenge. There was no excuse for the suffering he had gone through, but he was always a person who broke a dozen eggs to get what he asked for, he's a theater kid at heart and mind. Neova was a person Malfonz wanted to kill with a desire. But all Malfonz could think of was the clouds forming in the top of his mind, blurring him. He was seeing colors you and I could only dream of seeing, different shades of blue and yellow by the dimmed lights, the white hues of you get when you blurr ones vision and the slow slow darkness coming from the top and bottom inclosing the eyes.
He was triggered, for a man speaking for other people about how great he truly was he never saw himself as someone to be praised for. Never truly let his power to the fullest wash all over him. It was that day that a bit of his hair had turned yellow, not because of the pain but the anger he felt, he was so close to transforming into lightning yet trapped by something that can take in heat and not let it out. He was like a paradoxical existance of being like Zeus but always compared to Lucifer and even then only as his son isn't that right Malfonz, with white eyes of anger, questioning and finally becoming so numb to it all the numbness was like a relief, an answer that was not an answer. So he broke the chair and used the closest patch of leather he could find, something to cover up his unhealable knee. Tired feeling closesness to the hues of yellow and blue for the first time all he could say NOT THIS TIME so he rushed without a second notice. Neova was at the edge of his neck breathing down his spine it felt like repeating ARE YOU to Malfonz's I AM BETTER in his head.
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The first thing he did when he got out was hold Neova's neck with both hands like a yellow father to his yellow son.
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You DARE, DEFY ME MORTAL, I SAW LIFE, DEATH AND REBIRTH, YOU WILL SUFFER GREATLY. And with a might he squeezes Neova so hard a normal persons neck would shatter, but nothing happened. Neova was alive, he could not breath but didn’t need to, was he lying about his only ability being future vision? So Malfonz punched him through the wall, him colliding with a wall made of wooden tiles the ones in front of him, but his glas of tea was as safe as could be. A wall of cement came after, then the rock hard ground. But Neova was flinching, he was afraid of death at that moment, and at that split second, finally felt something the itch of pain but this wasn't his first time he felt that, he yearned for a challenge and the feel of it so he started puckering up with a great big smile. He was scared behind that smile.
Kill me if you can, your speed is not unheard of. I felt much worse, and as those words sank in ... Malfonz’s grip was formed and a new punch was thrown, but this time Neova had the upper hand. He grabbed the hand and swung his feet, til his body was at top of Malfonz, smashing him into the pavement like a soccer kick down still holding that grip until Malfonz was on the ground. So Malfonz, tries to grab, but Neova jumps, then bends, holding the hand still he starts sliding his foot on the ground throws him, at an even higher velocity than Malfonz, Malfonz crashing through three buildings
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