Hello, my beloved readers....eh, I'll cut the crap. My last story was kinda... more violent than usual, but I'm in a freakin' violent mood right now. So read on... I have a lotta inner anger to let loose right now. I tink I'm a better writer this way... eh. I shut up now.

 

  I looked in the mirror. I sighed. My appearance was a disaster. Murdoc had a little too many beers lastnight, and threw his drunken rage on me. And I had some revenge to get. My eye was black, my lip was bleeding, and I had a huge bruise on my right arm. The worst he got was stabbing my opposite arm with a broken bottle, so I had a big slice there, too. I cleaned myself up and walked out. 2D and Russel had taken Noodle out for Chinese when Murdoc attacked me. How lucky I was.

  I approached 2D on my way to my room. He stared. "What happened to you?" he asked. "I...Murdoc came home drunk," I said. That was all that needed to be said. 2D traced his finger lightly over the slice on my arm. "Ouch," he muttered. I also ran into Noodle and Russel. I explained to them what happened and Russel started to rise. "No, Russ, I'm getting my own revenge," I said. He looked unsure still as he lowered himself back into a chair. I spun back around when I heard Murdoc clear his throat. I didn't see him behind me. He was in the living room, watching that stupid TV again. I clenched my fists and walked calmly out there.

  When I reached Murdoc, I snuck behind him. He was drinking another beer. I smacked the beer out of his hand from behind him and then grabbed a fistful of hair and pulled. I yanked the greasy black hair up, up. "OW! What do you think you're DOING!" He yelled. His hands flew up to push mine away. I let go, but remained standing. "Who did that?" he demanded, spinning around in his chair. He looked almost surprised when he saw me. My eye was still clack and kinda puffy. He even had the nerve to look disgusted for a moment. "Eh...what happened to you?" he asked. I glared. He lowered his eyes and they widened as they landed on the slice he left. I turned my head to glance at the wound, and gasped. The protective scab had torn off! It oozed blood, heavily, so heavily. The blood nearly covered the whole front half of my arm. The warm red liquid dripped ointo the floor, forming a pool of blood beside my feet. Murdoc followed the blood trail with slight interest.

  I touched the blood. It was still so warm, so fresh. Murdoc seemed hypnotized by it. To my amazement, he reached out and touched it, his hand shaking. His fingers were now covered in my blood. My arm was sore. He stared at the shining blood coating his fingertips. Perfect! He wouldn't see this coming, I thought. I backed my fist up and gave him a forceful punch. I punched his nose about three or four more times after that, each harder than the last. His bruising nose started bleeding. He stared at me. I punched his eye, sure to make it black. I saw the same bottle that cut me open lying on the floor. I grabbed it and grabbed his arm. I shoved up the sleeve and sliced his arm good. He winced in pain, pulling his arm back. I backed up and karate-kicked his arm, close to his shoulder.

  "What was all this for??" he asked angrily, wiping oozing blood from his nostrils. "Revenge," I stated coldly. He seemed to remember at that moment what he did to me. He lowered his head in defeat. And I won him over again.