I lost control. I was going to rip her limbs off and beat her with them. HOW WAS SHE STILL ALIVE?!? I had to do something. I ran at her, teeth tight, fist of rage connected to my arms. I came hard and heavy, running into her and plowing her across the stage. She hit the ground, Hard, not prepared. She then waited for the next impact. All I had to do was decide whether to decapitate her with my hands or punch her slowly and let her suffer a little. I jabbed her in the already crooked nose, making it way more crooked. I then I took my hand, and curled my fingers around it like one of those kung fu movies. Then I raised my hand, and... it was caught.
I looked to see who was going to die, grabbing my hand like that. It was a man in a black uniform. He twisted my arm, then he snapped it back, I think he would have broken it if the witch didn't suddenly yell "STOP!!!" I looked at her, even though she had just showed me mercy, I still wanted her as my victim. But too late now. She looked at me, grabbing my fact like you would a dog when they didn't listen to you. Then she looked me in the eyes and talked. "You do not know why you have done." She then got up, poised her head and looked at the masks, still holding Molly through all of this. "Mask her boys." And that's all she said.
I looked up. Still being held by the guard. The rage inside of me, wanting to break out like a werewolf, killing each of the people surrounding me. I watched through the blood veins straining across my vision, as I struggled to get myself free. The placed beat up Molly onto the table and strapped her in. (Which probably didn't make a difference considering the fact that she was pretty much knocked out anyways.) Then they brought out the liquid. I finally got a look at it in real life. It bubbled and sizzled with a very active intensity. Almost like a soda when you first open it. (Too be honest it almost looked like Mt. Dew.) I looked at Molly, and she was lifeless. I didn't see the fighter I had once seen in her. She was broken, tamed.
They pulled out the mask and painted the acidic goop into it, ready to put this on Molly's face. They grabbed the mask by the eye holes, making sure they didn't screw up and melt this plastic mask onto their own hands. They then grabbed Molly's back, poising her and her head up. She lay there not noticing still in shock from the beat down that must had recently happened backstage. I watched as each little muscle in the mans arm slowly and smoothly went to put the mask onto the beautiful face of Molly. They brought the mask down slowly. Three feet away, Two feet away. One foot away...
That's when it happened. I felt the surge I had been hoping for. Not of anger, but... of adrenaline. (Although anger probably factor into it somewhere.) The blood in my eyes seemed to suck away, and the next thing I knew everything was almost like a slow motion video. I first tucked my arm, popping my shoulder out of place. I then took the damaged shoulder and flung it over my body, taking the black armored guard with it, and nearly hitting one of the two guards in front of me. They lunged at me, but I saw it coming from a mile away, and juked one out, then immediately punching the other. I then ran at Molly, while she sat across the stage, the man holding her mask in shock. But he saw me coming.
He smacked the mask onto Molly. The slow motion showing bubbling and skin burning. But that didn't mean it was complete. I reached the masker, and uppercut him in the jaw, actually sending him flying into the crowd offstage. I then took the mask, as it slowly burned my hand and ripped it off of Molly. I then unstrapped her and tossed her over my now re healed shoulder. I then looked off into the crowd, and realized, nobody knew what to do. Even the guards to my sides were shocked. I had to get us out of there still. I felt the energy slowly release from my body as the adrenaline slowly shut off in my body and I cooled down. Every ticking moment went back to being regular speed. I looked, and now I realized. What do I do now?
