Rage's Children [Unitato]

You are the king of nothing. No matter how much you want to be the one who reaches the peak in life, you're always left at the bottom of the mountain, in the dust behind everyone else.

They tell you to keep climbing the mountain, and that one day, you'll reach the top. You listen, and you keep trying, but you never seem to succeed, or, at the very least, someone always seems to beat you. Whether it's that boy Darren Deathkin kicking your ass in career training or that guy that the super attractive girl Meadow Havelock prefers over you, there's always someone better. Sometimes it's even your own brother, Tom Morrow, with his stupid-ass name that sounds like it should just be put together as one word, who still seems to do better than you at everything.

Almost everything, that is. The one thing that you can claim to be exceptionally good at is music. You've always loved to sing and play your guitar, and you've never met someone who you thought was better than you at that. Perhaps it's your ego protecting you from thinking another person is better than you at what you do, or perhaps it's just the fact that you're the best. You like to assume that it's the latter.

When it came to your musical abilities, though, they didn't matter to most of the people around you. If you were doing career training, it didn't matter that you could play a super sick sounding song on the guitar. All that mattered was if you could kick some career ass or not. Sure, you usually could, but there was always that one guy who did a little bit better.

Fuck Darren Deathkin.

Of course, there just had to be that one guy who outdid you, and you wanted to kick his ass. You'd pretty much been established enemies since day one. The first day that he beat you in a fight, you wanted to rip him to shreds, but you couldn't. He was stronger than you, and you hated that. Every day since that day he defeated you in a match, you'd vowed to train your ass off so that you could be the one who won next time.

When you went into the career training center that day, you were ready to get some more training in, but who happened to be there when you arrived? Ripred fucking damn it, it was the dumbass Darren Deathkin. You walked into the room, and when you saw him, your fists clenched. Your teeth were grinding against each other, and you were on edge. You felt your adrenaline building, and your blood was pumping harder and faster than usual.

You approached him in an enraged fashion, feet hitting the floor hard and moving you quickly across the room in his direction. Through gritted teeth and a clenched jaw, you hissed out some words to him.

"Hey Dumbass Deathkin," you snapped. "You better decide whether or not you're going to fight me, because either way, you're getting punched square in the jaw."