The Factory of Rage

I flew through the cloudy city of my mind. The brim of my black, dirty fedora waved and my tie fluttered around me as I zoomed in and out of grey clouds. My targeted area was that of the central control center of my brain, which was ran by my over calculating ego. I knew he could give the city a boost of logic if I could find him. There was a great percentage that he still rested in his place of work, because my ego was designed for logic and order; without them, he would just fall a part. True, my brain had been corrupted, but there was still an order to things and the ego was keeping them controled his filing system.

On my way there, I glanced down to the factory that rested under me. It was the source for all the clouds and fog. The chimenys that held great flame let out bursts of dark clouds. This factory was ran by one mongol, Rage.

Rage had a great influence on my city, he was controlling it with his heavy fog. Granted, he never left his factory to cause havoc in my mind, but his factory did prevent me to see further into the future and stopped all further production in my brain.

I knew I wasn't ready to take him on. I knew that I could not handle dealing with my rage at the moment because I had just taken on the task of cleaning up my city. Yet, I was forced to do so.

As I flew over the factory, just over one of the tallest chimenys in the center of the factory, a large cloud of smoke flew up from the barrel and I was caught in the middle of a blinding distraction. I could not control my flight and as the fog began to clear from my eyes, I noticed that I was flying head first into a brick wall! I tried to stop myself, but my reaction was too late. I slammed into the wall and fell all the way down to the center of the factory. I landed on the concrete ground like a home run baseball, hitting the ground with a thud, skipped and then rolled. Finally, I laid flat on my stomach, glasses crooked and my hat folded.

"Well, look what we got here." Rage said as he walked over to me.

Rage, like the demon, looked almost like me, save for the fact that he was enormous in height as well as width. The polite term to describe his size is obesse, but lets call him large for the save fact. He was balding, like nature intended. His four layered chin bounced as he hobbled over to me. Dressed in his usual, tanned button up shirt covered with spit tobacco stains and dirty blue jean over alls, the man spat out a large wad of spit tobacco onto the ground, near my face.

"Haven't seen you around in a long time, Night." He said in a grumbling voice. "What brings you to my factory?"

I realized, by his tone of voice, he had not put two and two together yet; he didn't realize that I was not the "Night" he was looking for. I could have perdicted this very easily, because Rage wasn't the brightest in the city.

I pushed myself up, shaped my hat and adjusted my glasses. "I was distracted by one of your fits of clouds." I said in a annoyed manner. I wasn't sure if I was trying to pretend to be like my demon self, or that I was actually annoyed by the cloud.

He swished his tobacco from one side of his lower lip to the other, a little bit of it oozed of the corners of his mouth; made me gag just a little.

"Something looks different about you." He said in his usual ignorant southern tinted voice. "Somthing strange."

I gave a nervous smile, because I didn't want to tangle with him just yet. I had to buy time. "Oh really. Perhaps it is my dirty clothes from your fog."

He smirked. "You remind me of someone I met a long time ago. Someone that I beat down." He smacked on fist into the other palm. "Like that kid, Ray."

I gave a smile and chuckled. "Now why would he enter your factory of anger, Rage? He is too scared of you." I gave him a point. "You did give him quiet a beating."

He looked at me with intense confusion, like a dog to a high pitch noise. "You seem to happy. What is going on?"

"Too happy?" I knew something was off. The demon self barely showed any emotion, unless someone was hurting or sad, which would bring out the laughter out of him in floods. "Do I seem to much to be so?" I charged up my yellow lightening and started to take flight. "Time that I take off, Rage." I tried to remain serious as I could.

As my feet rose just to his eye level, I felt his large hand grabbed my leg. It was then that I knew I was done for.

"Hold up! I know you!" He growled.

Immediatly, I was pulled down, slammed on the ground and thrown to the side. The blows caused my head to stir in a daze.

Rage marched his fat body over towards me. "You are that little piss ant kid!"

I tried to push myself up, but it was no use. Rage pounced on me like a lion to a zebra. I was pinned down, almost crushed by his weight. Blow after blow, Rage bounded his fists into my head. I felt my body sink deeper and deeper into the concrete.

"I thought I told you to get back to that little corner of the city!?" He reminded me. "You are not welcomed here you spineless twirp." Over and over, he continued to call me names that were used in my youth. Words like useless, trouble and annoying. It was not until he reached the phrase, "Just give up you little shit," that I was reminded of something.

All my life I had been told just to give up, regardless of what name came after. No longer would I fall under his mighty fists. No longer will I allow my Rage to get the best of me. I stood for hope. I stood for honor. I stood for mercy.

I felt my body let out some of the power used for flight. It was enough to shock him off my back. With a loud thud, I heard that fat body of Rage slam against the concrete behind me. I pushed myself up, feeling the power surge throughout my body. "Enough." I said in a bold voice.

Rage looked at me with a large scowl.

"You have beaten me down before and clouded this mind with your fog." I felt the lightening shoot out of my body. Like fingers, the streams of power reached through every crack of the concrete fortress and broke through the water pipes of the anger factory. The water flooded the fires of the factory, causing clouds of steam to rise through the chimenys. As the steam heavy dark clouds above, heavy rain started to fall and covered the city.

Soaked in rain water, Rage glared at me with passion. "What did you do?"

I gave him a smile as the electricity from my body stopped. "It isn't what I have done, it is what I am going to do." I slowly walked over to him with a boyish grin. "I am going to clean up this city, Rage. Whether you like it or not."

He bursted into laughter. "You think you can take down the real Night Author? You think, a little twirp like you, can destroy a demon?"

I gave him a shrug, because that was all I could do. "I have to try what you failed at doing, Rage. Think of it, your factory used to power this city with focus and strength, but now it just flows with only clouds of confusion. You are caught in a circle. It is time for you to be put to good use."

Rage waved his hand to me and scoffed. "I ain't working for you or the other guy."

I tipped my hat to him. "Yes, but you are also not going to continue causing clouds of confusion in this city. It is either you work for a reason, or not work at all."

"Says who?" He asked, ready for another fight.

I let my body float higher. "Says the real Night Author, Rage. He might have you fooled into believing he is the real me, but all he wants to is to destroy you along with everyone else. I am going to change that."

He laughed. "What are you? A saint? Why would you save something like me, a guy that has been beating you down for years."

I shrugged before I flew away. "I only let you beat me down, but I do realize the potiential you have to powering this city. Rebuild your factory and when I return, you and I will figure out a way for you to power the city."

I left him scratching his head and I left with the realization that if I was powerful enough to stop Rage, then I was more powerful than I first thought.

If ego was going to join me, and at some point I gain the strength of the other two, there was a good chance that my demon self was going to fall. For the first time in his life, the false Night was going to fall.

--Night