"Yes I do!!!" He screamed, dodging the punch and scrambling to the other side of the room. "But I knew you'd side with the demon - that everyone would! Everyone except Michael and I don't do just whatever I feel like! It mattered to me! The hospital wing mattered, my dutites mattered, but nobody cares about anything done to me except for me!
None of you care how much it bothered me or how much I was upset or how much it hurts to get pushed aside and replaced - so I'll redress my wrongs by myself!"
Tired of being called weak, tired of being hit and punched, incensed and infuriated, Raphael materialized a Beretta 9000S in his hand and leveled it at Constantine.
"I will kill you," he said swallowing without noticing that he had started to cry. His vision began blurring but he blinked to clear it. The gun remained trained on the human though his hand was shaking violently.
Inside, he felt sick and wanted to vomit. The angel hated guns - yet he continued to point it, his finger on the trigger. Raphael was utterly terrified, but he didn't want to back down, felt the looming threat of shame drive him forward.
"I will. I will and if you think I won't... you're... you're wrong!" He gulped in air. "I will fucking shoot you until you're dead and then I'll shoot your fucking corpse!" He uncharictaristically swore, hoping to give his words an air of bravador and seem more confident than he felt.
"You keep pushing! It isn't my fault - you just keep pushing!!!!" He wiped his eyes and forced his hysteria to calm down and willed his hand to stop shaking.
"I can kill you. And you can't do a damn thing about it, you insolent sack of flesh."
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None of you care how much it bothered me or how much I was upset or how much it hurts to get pushed aside and replaced - so I'll redress my wrongs by myself!"
Tired of being called weak, tired of being hit and punched, incensed and infuriated, Raphael materialized a Beretta 9000S in his hand and leveled it at Constantine.
"I will kill you," he said swallowing without noticing that he had started to cry. His vision began blurring but he blinked to clear it. The gun remained trained on the human though his hand was shaking violently.
Inside, he felt sick and wanted to vomit. The angel hated guns - yet he continued to point it, his finger on the trigger. Raphael was utterly terrified, but he didn't want to back down, felt the looming threat of shame drive him forward.
"I will. I will and if you think I won't... you're... you're wrong!" He gulped in air. "I will fucking shoot you until you're dead and then I'll shoot your fucking corpse!" He uncharictaristically swore, hoping to give his words an air of bravador and seem more confident than he felt.
"You keep pushing! It isn't my fault - you just keep pushing!!!!" He wiped his eyes and forced his hysteria to calm down and willed his hand to stop shaking.
"I can kill you. And you can't do a damn thing about it, you insolent sack of flesh."