It could move. It couldn't move before. B Ut
it could now. It could breath. It could feel. It could move. It was...
"Mr." He mumbled again as he looked down at his hands. Black. Clawed. Smooth. Large. It felt its face with its new hands. Smooth. Little stubble. Hair on its head. One nose. Two eyes. A mouth. Fangs.
It felt its body. Limbs. A beating heart. It was alive. It was alive. IT WAS ALIVE.
And it was filled with anger.
He didn't know why, or how. He was just born, but he felt so much ANGER, SUCH RAGE. It felt like a curse. Like it was something that shouldn't be. Was this existance? Nothing but hate? Anger? Rage?
He didn't like it. He didn't like it at all.
He used his new feet and walked forward. He stumbled, not use to moving. He could feel light on his back. He looked back to see a street lamp above. The light burned. He didn't like it. He didn't like pain and rage and anger.
"Hey. Are you all right sir?"
A voice. Innocent. B Ut
he could smell the rage that dwelled inside of it. He shot the young boy, no more than eighteen a look. Bright green eyes met dull grey ones. Dull grey eyes opened in surprise. Dull grey eyes clouded and the form fell over. The life was gone.
"Mr." He groaned again, shakily rising to his feet. That felt good. Felt real good. Maybe that's what he could do?
Yeah, that sounded awesome.
So he closed his eyes and walked down the street. He had a lot of work to do. So much anger. So little time.
"Ready! Aim! FIRE!"
The sky exploded in a multicolored burst of light, which quickly died away in a matter of seconds. The sky turned back into its dull red, white and blue pattern it always had.
"Ha! That's what I'm talking about! Good job men!"
Fourth of July grinned at the soldiers who quickly saluted the man, their hands still smoking from the display. "Sir, thank you sir!"
"All except you, cadet." He said as he approached the shivering soldier, the youngest of the group. "That was one of the weakest I've seen. What's the issue?"
"Nerves, sir." The boy said, his voice wavering.
Rather than grow angry, Fourth gave him a wide grin and slapped him on the shoulder. "Nerves ain't nothing to be nerved about! The real power of that blast comes from in HERE, soldier!" And jabbed his finger into his chest. The boy grunted and stumbled a little bit. "Look, let's try this. Take a deeeeep breath."
The boy did as instructed.
"Good, now I want you to think about the happiest memory you've got in that empty melon of did."
"Now! Concentrate it all in that hand of yours, and don't stop thinking about it."
A whirling orb of light and color started to build in the boys hand.
"Now! With as much strength as ya got! I want you to reel back and CHUCK it into the air! Hard as ya can kid!"
The boy grunted and threw the orb as hard as he could. It swirled in the air for a moment before it reached its peak and ultimately exploded in a bright burst of color.
Fourth laughed and clapped him on the shoulder. "THAT'S what I'm talking about kid! Good job!"
He took a deep breath as he smelt the fire from the works and grinned.
"Damn it's good to be me."