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Post by Richard Buckles on Mar 11, 2016 9:15:28 GMT -6
Richard ground his teeth together as he parked his car up infont of the house and slipped out of it with his navy hoodie on and hood up. He had fire coursing through his veins, he heard how things had escalated with Petra. The sheer rage flowing in him was to overwhelming as it slowly churned with his grief. He had been a bit lost since his mother died drifting and 'enjoying life' a bit to much really. He thought he could handle it and he could have in time till this happened. Max already made him almost a beserking normally with how he treated Petra but now he had no control. He had nothing whispering into his ear that doing this was wrong.
He could see the lights on the man was obviously home enjoying a nice evening no doubt while his wife was admitted to the hospital. His mind courseed with adrenaline but his razor sharp focus helped keep his ability in check. He knew what he had to do, he had to beat that scum with in an inch of his life show him what being a victim was like for once. As he came to the door his mind went through the variables and calculations instantly. He charged the last bit then kicked the door in one powerful motion, then a second as his mind claculated the best blow to do more damage and a third till it swung open. He slammed the door shut as he charginging into the living room where max had jumped to standing startled by Richard's entry.
Richard was a fit man but given his lack of powerful muscles it would have taken more than that to bust in the door if not for his mutation. Max was high tailing it towards the other door exiting the room. Richard felt the fiery explosions of his rage as the coward tried to flee like the rat he was. Richard noticed something on the table some ornamental glass orb that would do just fine. He rolled forwards and grabbed a glass knick knack off the table throwing it at Max's leg. He would have beamed him in the head but he didnt want the bastard getting off easy with being unconcious. The hit connected with the mans achellies tendon causing him to drop in agonizing pain. "Ahhhhh what what the hell do you want. Just take anything you want." Max sniveled in pain on the ground gripping his ankle.
Richard moved up and kicked him in the ribs, his power guiding his strike to the most vulnerable spots without realizing it. His subconcious wasnt satisfied with just beating the man. Why did trash like him get to live and she had to die. Why the hell did his mother have to die instead of him. He kept kicking Max who was having trouble breathing by now from the damage Richard was doing to his lungs. Max reached away like hw was trying to crawl away. Richard growled in frustration "You dont deserve this life and you dont deserve her. You dont deserve anything you little sack of shit. How does it feel hmmm getting knocked around feeling defenseless hmm? Huh cant hear you. The difference it I dont twist you up inside saying how I love you." he yelled.
Max sputtered "Please...don't..." That only spurred him on harder "How many times did she beg HUH HOW MANY FUCKING TIMES DID YOUR WIFE BEG FOR MERCY." he scremeaed and one of his kicks accidentally hit Max in the chin as the man tried moving. Then a snap and Max was limp but Richard was to far gone to care to notice. He picked up the glass bobbled he had thrown to stop him and started smashing his head.
Then blood spattered a little as the skin broke open on the second strike and Richard struck a third time before he stopped. He was reared for a forth but seeing the skull a little caved in made his eyes shoot open wide. His hand holding the glass ball trembled and dropped the object. He stared down at Max stunned and silent unable to move unable to think. He stopped breathing for a moment with his eyes watered up. He breathed out sharply then gasped air with his face bright red. He was panicking, he just kill him, he just killed this guy. He deserved it but Richard shouldnt have done this he shouldnt have killed a man. What should he do what should he do his brain was on fire as the rage went to war with the fear in his heart. He didnt want to go to prison but he didnt know what to do about this situation.
Then he remembered Selina and him having that conversation back at the bar some time ago. He didnt know if she was for certain serious or not. He had to chance it, at the least he didnt think she would rat him out if he was mistaken in calling her. He knew how she felt about this sort of thing. Yeah Selina will know what to do right? He pulled out his phone and with a shaky pair of hands slid through his contacts and pushed to call Selina. Hoping to god she answered, he was so screwed if she didnt. He wore gloves but he had no idea what to do past that. It went from assault to murder that quick.
Then he heard something, he wasnt sure who said them or the words he was to wound up. "Selina ah oh I need help I need help now...I killed him I know it he is dead I can see inside his skull a bit. Please come I need you." he didnt have time or stability to be anything but needy and frantic sounding.
Selina Taylor
He could see the lights on the man was obviously home enjoying a nice evening no doubt while his wife was admitted to the hospital. His mind courseed with adrenaline but his razor sharp focus helped keep his ability in check. He knew what he had to do, he had to beat that scum with in an inch of his life show him what being a victim was like for once. As he came to the door his mind went through the variables and calculations instantly. He charged the last bit then kicked the door in one powerful motion, then a second as his mind claculated the best blow to do more damage and a third till it swung open. He slammed the door shut as he charginging into the living room where max had jumped to standing startled by Richard's entry.
Richard was a fit man but given his lack of powerful muscles it would have taken more than that to bust in the door if not for his mutation. Max was high tailing it towards the other door exiting the room. Richard felt the fiery explosions of his rage as the coward tried to flee like the rat he was. Richard noticed something on the table some ornamental glass orb that would do just fine. He rolled forwards and grabbed a glass knick knack off the table throwing it at Max's leg. He would have beamed him in the head but he didnt want the bastard getting off easy with being unconcious. The hit connected with the mans achellies tendon causing him to drop in agonizing pain. "Ahhhhh what what the hell do you want. Just take anything you want." Max sniveled in pain on the ground gripping his ankle.
Richard moved up and kicked him in the ribs, his power guiding his strike to the most vulnerable spots without realizing it. His subconcious wasnt satisfied with just beating the man. Why did trash like him get to live and she had to die. Why the hell did his mother have to die instead of him. He kept kicking Max who was having trouble breathing by now from the damage Richard was doing to his lungs. Max reached away like hw was trying to crawl away. Richard growled in frustration "You dont deserve this life and you dont deserve her. You dont deserve anything you little sack of shit. How does it feel hmmm getting knocked around feeling defenseless hmm? Huh cant hear you. The difference it I dont twist you up inside saying how I love you." he yelled.
Max sputtered "Please...don't..." That only spurred him on harder "How many times did she beg HUH HOW MANY FUCKING TIMES DID YOUR WIFE BEG FOR MERCY." he scremeaed and one of his kicks accidentally hit Max in the chin as the man tried moving. Then a snap and Max was limp but Richard was to far gone to care to notice. He picked up the glass bobbled he had thrown to stop him and started smashing his head.
Then blood spattered a little as the skin broke open on the second strike and Richard struck a third time before he stopped. He was reared for a forth but seeing the skull a little caved in made his eyes shoot open wide. His hand holding the glass ball trembled and dropped the object. He stared down at Max stunned and silent unable to move unable to think. He stopped breathing for a moment with his eyes watered up. He breathed out sharply then gasped air with his face bright red. He was panicking, he just kill him, he just killed this guy. He deserved it but Richard shouldnt have done this he shouldnt have killed a man. What should he do what should he do his brain was on fire as the rage went to war with the fear in his heart. He didnt want to go to prison but he didnt know what to do about this situation.
Then he remembered Selina and him having that conversation back at the bar some time ago. He didnt know if she was for certain serious or not. He had to chance it, at the least he didnt think she would rat him out if he was mistaken in calling her. He knew how she felt about this sort of thing. Yeah Selina will know what to do right? He pulled out his phone and with a shaky pair of hands slid through his contacts and pushed to call Selina. Hoping to god she answered, he was so screwed if she didnt. He wore gloves but he had no idea what to do past that. It went from assault to murder that quick.
Then he heard something, he wasnt sure who said them or the words he was to wound up. "Selina ah oh I need help I need help now...I killed him I know it he is dead I can see inside his skull a bit. Please come I need you." he didnt have time or stability to be anything but needy and frantic sounding.
Selina Taylor
