10 Years Ago
I can hear her screaming, he yells at her with everything inside his fat sluggish body. I can feel the heat from his breath in the next room, my hands tremble and I feel a burning inside my body. Suddenly their is a thud and whimper as my mother screams for him to stop, another loud thud echoes through the walls. How could she put up with his drunken fits, this is one of the worst. He is actually hitting her this time rather than threatening. Suddenly my body moves without me at the wheel, I dont remember opening my door but now I am in the hallway. With each footstep I feel a little bit of my childhood flake away, something inside has taken over and wishes for it all to stop. I hear the splinters of wood bounce off the floor and slide into the room as their bedroom door shatters behind my fist. I watch as my fathers mouth moves as he curses at me, then I see her....shes on the floor unconcious. Blood flows from her mouth and nose, he has truly dont it he has broken her. I feel a cold steel wash over my body the light in their room reflects off my skin and I thunder forward lifting my father from the floor.
I hang him in the air and my eyes are fill with pure unbridaled rage, suddenly his body begins to wrinkle and a green aura surrounds his body. As his body begins to wither away I feel my body fill with energy. As he tries to say something to me my wrist twists and his neck snaps, I drop him without an ounce of remorse and as his body hits the ground it turns to dust. I feel the cold steel wash back over my skin and its gone, watching it soak back into my skin like a sponge. Dropping to my knees I crawl over to my mother touching her cheek. Suddenly her body begins to change from black and blue to her normal complexion. Her nose straightens and the blood still trickling reverses and returns to her body. Her eyes flutter as she opens them, her swollen eye now normal she is startled at me towering over her. She looks around for my father screaming he will come back. I grab her and pull her close, letting her sob into my chest her tears soaking my shirt. Finally as she looks over my shoulder to what remained of my father she breathes in deep, in shock she simply hugs he hard. Looking back and forth between my fathers pile of cloths surrounded by dust, and then to me as my body still slightly glows a bright green.
The next day we leave our little village in Ireland, and never look back.
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