• The asphalt feels warm against my body, as I am spread out on the ground. The blood that is now leaking out of my body is the only cool that I feel, and one of the few things left that I can feel. Another swift kick was delivered to my rib cage and more agony was added to my suffering. Since I had no energy left, I was unable to give a desperate groan that such pain deserved. All I can do is lay there and continue to give a blank stare.

    The beating has gone on for a few minutes now, but my body would say otherwise. Most of my body has begun to turn a different color from bruises and internal bleeding, speaking a tale of gruesome torture. Really it was just a bunch of monsters with weapons, given the time to have some "fun" with a victim.

    Suddenly an unusual pause, and the beating was at a full stop. I quickly took this rare moment to take a break. As I lay there face down in the middle of the street, I began to try to collect all the energy I could possible have left. I refrain from moving in any manner, and continue to have my face down in the asphalt. I do not want to attract any attention; I do not want to look at my murderers. I do not want to see those demonic executors, with gruesomely crafted faces, and the evil grin they will have if they see my desperate expression on my face. I do not want to see the look they have when they are about to kill...

    As I lay there thinking desperate thoughts, collecting energy, I hear her scream. My entire body began to ache, as I cringe from hearing such a shout. I couldn't believe her voice could reach such a high note. Tears start to run down my face and cause alil more pain, as it hits all my developing scars. My sadness and desperation has hit a whole new level, as I realize I have let her down.

    I hear dark laughs, along with a sound of a struggle. Hearing this made me make up my mind. I decide to use all the energy I had left, to lift my head. As I do, my sweat drenched hair falls down towards my eyes, and the sweat starts to mix with the blood and tears that is moving slowly down my face. I began to focus my eyes, as my vision has been blurred. It took only a few seconds to lock my sight onto her. She is now unconscious, and in the arms of an evil man, the gang's leader. He has been watching me the whole time. He has been waiting to see the look in my eyes, the expression I will have, when I have reached my limit. He has brought me to my limit.

    Energy began to soar through me, and I suddenly feel restored. This energy that has now become a part of me, is different from anything else. It is fueled by anger and hate. The two feelings I have right have now, for one person.

    With my new-found energy, I slowly start to pick myself up. In the process, my eyes were fixed on one thing. I gave this man, who is currently holding my beloved, the most hateful glare. He seems to be curious on how I am picking myself up, but the look of disappointment is also showing on his mangled face. Instead of getting a scared and desperate look as he was hoping for, he got a passionate and hateful glare that shows how furious a man can get when pushed to his limits. It was the expression of pure hate, and it gave a clear signal, “I will kill you"

    All the murderous demon minions were watching and waiting for orders. The leader then swung the unconscious girl, like she meant nothing, across his back. He was holding her carelessly. This made my anger reach new heights.

    I clenched my fists, and with a burst of energy, got into a runners stance, then took off towards the wicked man with all my might. That action was quick, and caught every one by surprise.

    My body was numb, my energy and intentions were full of hate...I want to kill this man. He brought my perfect life down to ruble. I want him to feel the pain I have felt, the suffering I had to endure, the feeling of not being able to protect some one you love.

    All I could do was land one hit....