The Rage Within

[urdrago]

((OOC: This fiction happens after Drago fight with his brother, which hopefully I will finish this week.))

The scent of blood in the air caught John’s attention. It had been a month since his battle with his brother, a battle that left him sore for weeks. After that battle he had regained the calm he had once lost but as always it seemed to be slipping again. His extraordinary hearing had made him a constant eavesdropper, a keeper of secrets even. Secrets he guarded as his own life. But the death of Lycia caught him off guard. He really didn’t speak to her much but enjoy her presence whenever she was around. While some of his schoolmates blamed Jaygo Jones for not following up on a threat by Solomon Able, John did not. He blamed Lycia. Every day each student of Saint Joes who patrols Paragon City puts their lives on the line, even with the emergency teleporters. Lycia knew the risk and ignored them when she left after the dance. But John still felt as if he had broken a promise he had never made. His biggest secret was that of his biggest failure. Just like he failed to protect Lycia, he had failed to protect his parents. He had kept their death a secret from all those around him. They where assassinated in their home by rouge council soldiers. But the case ran cold. No matter how diligent John was in the investigation all lead ran into dead ends. With no motive or any evidence he was unable to avenge his parents. His brothers emergence in the Rouge Isles had only add to his guilt. While no motive was ever found John had always believed that some faction of the council had discovered his identity and retaliated by assassinating his parents. But he was unsure of this theory because the council had never followed up with any other attacks or threats against him. And with the sudden death of Lycia, his rage was once again running unchecked.

John pulled his mask over his face and followed the scent of blood. Maybe if he couldn’t avenge his parents he could avenge Lycia. It quickly became apparent that he wasn’t alone. He felt the presence of another. His only thoughts were on Able. “ABLE!” yelled Urdrago, “YOUR DEAD!” The response came quick. A silhouette of a man came leaping out of the shadows, blades in hand. Drago quickly sidestepped the attack and further propelled the attacker into a nearby wall. Before his attacker could recover Drago delivered a quick and powerful kick to the assailant’s head. Drago jumped on top of his attacker and started to repeatedly pound his fists into the attacker’s face. Drago’s rage took over him, as he was no longer in control of his actions. Blood sprayed into the air, as he would not stop his assault.

THOU SHALL NOT KILL

He continued even with the sound of bones cracking under Drago’s powerful blows.

THOU SHALL NOT KILL

Drago kept repeating the line, “YOU’RE DEAD ABLE!”

THOU SHALL NOT KILL

Completely covered in blood Drago would not stop.

THAT ISN’T SOLOMON ABLE

At that thought he stopped. His assailant was on the brink of death. Each breath came with the gurgle of blood. In his rage, Drago had disfigured the stalker’s face to the point where neither race nor sex could be determined by looking at it. Than the body vanished, teleported away by Arachnos’ version of the emergence teleporters. Drago stared at his hands that where soaked in blood. If that had been Solomon, he would have been dead. But Solomon wouldn’t have been defeated so easily. He was too sadistic to be caught like that. Drago knew, even with his attacker’s mangled appearance, this wasn’t the brother of his roommate Ezekiel Kane. Drago closed his eyes. He knew he was close to being out of control. He had always been a violent person, but through Qui-Pah’s training he had learned to focus his rage. ‘This isn’t my fight,’ he thought, ‘but I will aid anyone who needs my help in avenging Lycia. In till than, I need to put my affairs in order. Even if that mean taking drastic measures.’ With that thought Drago leaped into the night sky.

Several days later, in a shady part of town, John approached a man in uniform. “Are you lost son?” asked the soldier.
“No,” replied John, “I would like to join the council.”