Rising Ch. 2: Vengence is Promised

Meanwhile...........
A teenage boy looked at the television set on the wall of a McDonald's. He wore a green hoodie, black jeans, and sneakers. Under his pulled up hood, was black hair and angry green eyes.

I sneered in disgust. "Gabriel Collins." I muttered. He's no Hero. No matter what he does, he will always be remembered for what he did. He killed a confused man. If he had met me, he'd still be alive! But, No, he went and took my father's life without even considering what effect his actions have, on other people. If people see that, and still think that he is a hero. They must be smoking something funny.

I sat there, nearly squeezing the meat out of my breakfast burrito. I pulled my hood over my head even more than it was before. I am now completely alone. My mother died of cancer last month. Before I saw her, for the last time, she told me that my jerk of a father is not my father after all. Before him, there was another. His name was Logan Needles. He was a criminal, known as Spyker. Before they divorced she never told him she had me. She didn't know how to approach him exactly. I don't blame her, she always loved me, and only thought of what was best for me. Even though I don't always deserve it.

When she died, I thought that after my dad actually met me he would change his ways and become an honest and good man. It was a stupid dream, but I don't have anyone else to turn to.

I made my way from Seattle to Allwood. But I arrived too late. I got to the crowd in front of the building where Spyker was hiding. The police said Gabe already went inside. I saw the roof cave in, and that Lucifer flying out of it, my dad tight in his grasp. He threw him, and that was the last I saw of him. When I heard what happened after that, I swore to the Lord in High Heaven I would avenge my father.

He will NOT get away with this. He accidently squeezed the meat onto the little tray it came on. He sighed out of aggrivation. He willed a spike from his finger tip and stuck it in the meat. He continued to eat his breakfast off of the tip of his finger spike like nothing was wrong.