Editing Ghosts of Rage (Warhammer High) (section)

===Anger Flowing===

It was near noon when Furia and Simon finished their lunch. Two novice arbites walked on the other side of the street, on patrol duty around the small township. They paid no attention to the duo as they continued chatting to each other. Otherwise, no one seemed to be on the street at that time.

As they exited the restaurant, Simon looked at his watch. “I have to get going. Got some stuff I got to finish with the parents.”

Furia nodded, remembering how protective Simon’s parents could be. She knew that they didn’t blame her for how things went with the first date, even if she did silently blame herself for what happened. However they had ever since been more scared of losing their only son, even though he was safer since he was seeing her. She didn’t bother questioning them. She rather see a little of Simon than none at all.

She pulled him close and kissed him. Although she was several inches taller than him, she had grown accustomed to leaning down to his level. It was worth the trouble.

Their lips parted. He waved as he walked off towards his car. She smiled quickly before returning to her normal angry demeanor. He was one of the few that could make her do that on a regular basis. She didn’t hate him for it, but it sure made her feel weird.

She turned around and walked the other direction, her car parked close by as well. Her mind began to wander about several things, such as homework she needed to complete or chores her father had asked from her. Stuff she really didn’t care about. Still, this kept her mind enough occupied that as she crossed the street, she didn’t notice the upcoming car.

Likewise, Daz was slow on the brakes due to sleep deprivation. It was only in the last seconds did he note the red headed girl in front of his vehicle. His eyes widened instantly and slammed his foot into the breaks. The car’s engines sputtered to a stop as the vehicles lift off procedure shut them down.

The car slid on its landing gears for several feet before coming to a stop in front of the girl. Furia turned to the shrieking noise of metal scraping and stared as the metal machine only tapped her in the leg.

Instantly furious, she slammed the hood of the car in anger. Two fist sized dents were imprinted into the metal frame easily enough, causing no harm to the teenager. “Hey! Watch where you are going!” she yelled at the driver.

Daz, equally pissed off, screamed at her behind the windshield of his car. “Move bitch! Get off the road!” Seemingly trying to focus in front of him, he didn’t get a good look of the girl initially. He began to realize that Maurice was right. He really needed to sleep.

There was a pause as they suddenly stared at each other. For Daz, who had studied everything about the girl he had nearly killed, the recognition was near instantaneous the moment he got a good look at her. All the blood in his face drained as he suddenly felt that he could no longer breathe. “Oh shit,” was all he managed to wheeze out, clearly going into shock in his own seat.

Furia on the other hand took longer to recognize the man. Her mind began to note that she did indeed know him from somewhere, but failed to tell her immediately who it was. She stared at the man behind the wheel as he began to freak out, seeming to have a stroke. He probably knew her from the many news stories about the Royal Family, going crazy that he had nearly caused a car accident with one of them. But she still didn’t know how she knew him. She remembered the face somewhere...

The memory of the dark alleyway flashed in front of her. Her eyes widened dramatically as Daz suddenly realized that she knew. She knew everything. “You,” she pronounced, recognizing him easily enough when she had only seen him in the night. “You son of a bitch!” she shouted, jumping on the hood of the car in mid yell. Her shows got enough grip on the hood as she made her way towards him, clawing at the hood in fury.

Daz instantly started the car again, trying to lift off and get away in a hurry. This did little to dissuade Furia from her current actions, as she slammed a fist into the windshield, holding on to the edges of the car as the engine's alarms began to go off once more.

All cars usually came with sensors to stop operation if they felt something was wrong. In this case, the weight of a teenage girl on the front hood was enough for it trigger. Daz cursed loudly, fearing for his life as the car lifted upwards a foot before slamming back into the pavement, causing a strain unto the landing gear.

The crash did not disturb Furia whose fists began to flail unto the windshield. As the glass began to shatter, pain shot through her arms. Her hands bled from the constant assault as glass pierced her skin. This did not stop her as the rage in her body fueled her past the pain, adrenaline pumping through her rapidly. Furia felt no emotion other than the need to get to Daz.

Slowly but surely, the glass shattered while the occupant watched, terrified. He was trying to release his seat belt but his hands fumbled with the button. As the windshield finally gave away, she roared victoriously as her hands shot forward around the man’s throat, blood gushing from her wounds.

Daz struggled in his seat, gasping for air as he suddenly knew it was all over. This was how he was going to die, strangled by a red headed teenage girl in his car. How tragic he thought to himself.

He could barely note the shapes of the arbites grabbing Furia as they tried their best to pull her off. “Warp, she’s strong!” one of them said as the trained officers could do little to stop the teenager from strangling the life out of the man. “Fuck it, tase her!”

The other reached for the device on his belt, quickly bringing it to bear. Training took over as he appropriately used the device on Furia, sending an electric current through her body. Her hands let go of Daz’s throat as she screamed loudly from the sudden pain.

Her rage urged her onwards, trying to fight against the muscle convulsions, but her body eventually gave away from the attack. Furia slipped off the car hood unto the pavement, where she gritted her teeth in pain as her body ceased to coordinate with her mind. She wanted to get to the man so dearly, but could only watch as her arms shook uncontrollably.

The arbites stood around the girl, not sure what kind of person she was to last so long against the taser. The man in the car had fainted from the entire event. One guard stared at the redhead on the pavement, seemingly recognizing her from somewhere.

It was around this point that the arbites suddenly realized that they had just tased the granddaughter of the Emperor. At that moment, they weren’t sure if any of them wouldn’t be going to prison.