Brass Knuckles

Brass Knuckles

He carries them wherever he goes.

They think he's violent.

They think he's angry.

That's not the truth.

This is his story.

He has witnessed violence his entire life.

He was too young to stop it.

He won't let that happen again. He can't.

He's not the strongest person in the world.

He's not the weakest.

He can throw a punch.

Not by teaching.

By observing, by feeling.

He knows what hurt the most.

He uses them only when necessary.

When he's protecting someone...

He knows what isn't right.

He sees it happen, he's interfering.

He won't let what couldn't be prevented ever occur again...





He carries them to protect.

He never wants to use them.

Unless he has no choice.

He can't swing at the head.

Probably because that was His favorite place.

It causes too much pain...

Without them he is powerless.

He can't prevent the evil.

He can shout, he can threat, they won't work.

He knows, he has tried. That never stopped Him.

He hates Him, he is glad He is in prison.

He vowed never to allow what He did ever happen to anyone again.

That is why he carries them.

Is he violent?

Is he angry?