Abel’s Anger

Abel’s Anger

Abel looks up to the sky looking for answers as the blood drips from his fist, and Mark laid motionless on the ground bleeding profusely. Abel had beat him so bad in what he thought would be a way of justice for what Mark had done. A few hours ago Mark was beating on his girlfriend, the ended up putting her into an ambulance and took her to the hospital, because of the beating Mark had given to her.

Abel had caught Mark in a dark alleyway behind a bar they were both at. Abel’s body seemingly shook so badly with rage and anger, His palms where sweaty as he clinched his fist, his eyes fixated on Mark with such intensity that they seemed to glow red with anger. Abel tapped him on the shoulder, Mark slowly began to turn around.

“What the fuck do you want.” Mark said in a slightly drunken stupor. Abel looked upon Mark with an angered glare, and one spark could ignite the situation.

“ You where the one that was beating on that woman, they took to the hospital earlier right?” Abel asked. Mark looked up into his eyes and noticed the bloodlust that seems to your from his eyes. He started to sweat slightly and licked his lips to moisten them.

“Y-yes I am, what’s it to you!!”. He replied back in a slight nervous tone mixed with pride. Abel infuriated with the pride in Marks voice and the sense that there was no remorse for what he had done to his girlfriend. His blood began to boil more and more. Just being near this foul monstrosity of a man drove him crazy with rage. Abel clinched his fist then brought it back and swung, hitting Mark squarely in the jaw. Mark stumbled backwards and hoped the side of his face and lip with the back of his hand, Then proceeded to look at his hand noticing it had blood on it from his busted lip .

“What the fuck did you do that for?!”. He asked angeredly. Abel stood there in a quite calm rage awaiting for what Mark might do.

“ I see you can only beat on a woman, knowing this makes you a coward and a weakling.” Mark enraged with what Abel had said, started running toward him.

“ Got Damn you! Quit Mocking me you bastard.”. Mark yelled in anger. As Mark got to Abel, he swung his fist wildly, Abel blocked it with easy and followed it up with and knee to the chest. Mark jerked back in pain then fell to his knees coughing hard and moaning in pain. Mark tried to hit Abel again but failed. Abel reached down and grabbed him by his throat, Mark swinging his fist rapidly and screaming like a little girl as he struggled to get free. Abel pulled back his arm and punched Mark in the face several times. Blood began to pour out of Marks nose, and cuts started to form below and above his eyes.

He lets go of Marks throat and he stumbles backwards a bit dazed, he shook his head trying to clear the haziness from his eyes. He stageredly runs back towards Abel swing his fist has hard as he could punching Abel hard in the face. He stood there and took it, not moving a inch from Marks punch, instead he starts laughing insanely and evilly.

“Is that all you have, and here I thought you would have been stronger than that.”.

“ Got damn you, why do you still insist on mocking me.”.

“ Because you are weak, and have no right to beat on a woman.”

Abel threw a punch with all his might and force, he Mark in the jaw for a second time, but this time his jaw broke in three separate places. Marks head jerked to the side then his body spun around and he stagered and dropped to the ground. Mark slowly got up to his knees, with a dazed look upon his face, he sat there on his knees. His face covered in blood, and drooling blood. Abel steps back and does a full force push kick jamming his foot into Marks chest causing him to lift off his knees, and being backwards forcing him to roll backwards on the ground. He slammed into a wall his head slapping against the wall. There was a bottle propped up against the wall where mark just slammed into, the bottle shatters sending shards into his back, and the back of his neck.

Abel slowly and methodically walks towards Mark. “How does it feel to be beaten on huh?”. He repeated it over and over. Mark laid there on the ground as Abel approached him. Abel kicks him a few times in the ribs. He straddles Mark over his stomach, and proceeds to start raining down punches on a defenseless Mark.

He gets up and looks over at Mark as he laid there unconscious. He smiled Evilly, all the rage and anger poured from Abels body has he stood there watching Mark lay in a pool of his own blood. He looks up toward the sky and drops to his knees.

“What did I just do? Was it right? I believe I was. Did I kill him? I hope not, but if I did the world would be better off without him in it.” He thought to himself.

He began to punch the ground lodging rocks and glass pieces into his owns hands. “ Guide me!! Give me the answers to the questions I have.” He asked aloud. Remorse and sadness filled his heart and mind as he sits on his knees. He stands up and stares up at the night sky. Siren like noises can be heard coming toward him drawing louder and louder. He just stands there with out moving or saying a word.......