Furor grabbed a bum and started to slap him around a bit
"Say that again to me fuck face"
"I never said nothing to ya" mutters under his breath "you worthless sack of shit"
Furor grabbed him by his throat bringing him to his face "you'll regret that"
Furor pulls out his sharpest knife and cuts off the bums ear
"Got anything else to say to me?" the bum looks at Furor "you're fuckin crazy"
Furor then shoves the ear in the bums mouth "you better eat that..."

Furor hadn't always been this way he grew in the mean streets of Chicago and virtually had to fend for himself most of his life as he was abandoned by his uncle who he was passed onto by a father who spent most of his life in jail. He found himself having to grow up real fast and developed a mean streak as well as a hatred for commonfolk he despised them, many a times he would pick a fight with them for walking through his alley, sometimes for fun he would set fires he loved the bright orange glow.

When Furor hit his late teens he started drinking heavily and would get into fights all the time.... one day tho as he was drinking at a pub a guy grabbed him by the throat and yelled
"You're that wannabe tough kid aren't ya"
Furor smashed his glass in the guys eye.... then four of the man's friends grabbed him and started beating the hell out of him they dragged him outside and and continued the beating.

It finally stopped as Furor was left in a dumpster they yelled back
"we see your face around this part of town again and your dead man."
His badly beaten body he just laid there.... finally he got up after what seemed half a day...and went and got a drink..... He grabbed the nearest person next to him and started laying into him tearing the place apart smashing chairs over people's heads. The owner pulled out a .38

Furor lunged for him, the gun went off as the bullet just missed him and he overpowered the owner  pulling the gun from his hand and began to beat him with it.... he kept hammering at the owner's skull leaving a huge dent in his head. He finally emptied the gun on the owner's now limp body.

ePiC was reading a book at the corner when he heard the story of Furor, he stop reading it light a cigar and started to listen to the story. As Furor finishes his stories ePiC stands and started to clap his hand.

“Very nice story you got there Furor, I was so amazed with it and you got my attention actually my books are good to read but your story is much far better to hear. Am glad am here to hear that story. Now the problem is I want to go find someone to smash his head too, with my gun can I do that here hmmmm need me to find one to that too.” ePiC walks to the dark alley and spotted a beggar who is looking for a food at the trash. “My lucky day.” ePiC smiled grimily.

Cutolo standing next to ePIC nods in agreement

It is a good story my friend I enjoyed it. Keep it up I can see you adding to these short stories like a mini saga.

I see a life full of adventures here...one that only those who grew up in the streets will understand.

I must agree with what Gregorio_Rosal said, this is a thrilling story that allows fellow individuals to relate and be able to enjoy it that much more. I'm looking forward to future Adventures of Furor.