Extend the Story - Add a Room

you have always bean mediocre, your entire life just getting Cs or B's, never going out for sports but being averagely athletic. there's only two things that are not average, first that you have a knack for pissing people off, and two because your actual very good in fights. that was your child hood though, as an adult fighting isn't on any list of importance. the normality of your life left on your 22nd birthday when you were invited to the orphanage where you were raised for your birthday. as is the case for most birthdays you got ready and left for the orphanage (where your party always is, due to the fact that you piss most off) on your way there you went through a short cut in an alley way. while walking through a dozen thugs came from the shadows holding knives. they surround you and beat the shit out of you. you can feel there anger as if its your own, and feel as if there anger fuels your own strength. this sense of anger feels like a physical energy rather than a mere emotion. its as if you can shape and move it to your will. noticing your not moving or even crying they stop and stair as they realize that your smiling.

scream and force anger out wards