she ruined. I even hoped to tell Mia how her mother died with shame in
her heart. How her mother did love her even if she never showed it.
My fingers
feel good around the bitch’s throat. Enjoying the panic in her blue eyes, I see
how much they look like Mia’s and hate her more for destroying her lookalike
child. Lis struggles, clawing at me. Even with a pathetic life, she’s desperate
to live. I suspect she knows what awaits her when this life ends.
Once she’s
dead, I rest her on the couch. She looks peaceful and I feel a little guilty to
have let her die so easily. Rodent died quickly too. Though they deserved
endless torture for their sins against Mia, they got off easy.
Cleaning the
apartment, I have more death on my mind.
Mia said his
name was Patrick and he lives only a few blocks away in the building Mia once
called home. The man doesn’t realize he will die soon for hurting her in a way
I can never heal. No amount of love or care will fix what he did to her brain.
He treated her like an animal and I plan to put him down.
Leaving
behind the cleaned apartment, I move steadily to my next destination. I know
he’ll be home. Fate is on my side and vengeance belongs to Mia. She needs this
even if she can’t understand just yet. So desperate for comfort, she doesn’t
think of revenge. One day, she’ll be happy for the spilt blood.
Patrick’s not
what I expect. When he opens the door, I find a fairly soft looking man. The kind
I never think twice about when I see them on the street. He’s blond and
freckled. Harmless in every way except to a helpless Mia who couldn’t tell him
no.
When I push
him inside the room, he barely reacts. He’s scared and I don’t blame him. I’m
exactly the kind of man I worry about on the street. The hard scarred man with
cold eyes. I imagine what he sees on my face and smile at his fear. His doughy
hands once harmed Mia and he suffered nothing for his crimes. Today, I am Death
and his time in this world is over.
He struggles
against the gag as his bones shatter under my fists. Killing him is so easy.
All through the beating, I whisper to him why he’s suffering. Mia is why he
must die. This is no accident. No random crime. He committed violence against a
child and broke her, so she would remain a child forever. Now, violence came
for him in the form of a man on a mission.
I want more
than his death. Much like with Lis, I feel unsatisfied because there is no way
to fix what they did to Mia. No way to return her childhood or restore her
innocence. Yes, I can keep them from harming others. Yes, I can tell my woman
those who tormented her are dead. While I can do these things, there are limits
to the power of my wrath.
Just like
years ago in the swamps when I killed my father, I realized he might die a
million times and it would never be enough. What he stole from me couldn’t find
relief.
Dougie James
made me into a man capable of killing his father. His death wasn’t the end or
the beginning, only a symptom of my evolution after being raised by evil. Much
like Mia will never be more than the broken women I love because evil claimed
her too.
The apartment
Mia called home burns to the ground. Watching the fire for a long time, I
finally accept how much I miss Mia. My vengeance leaves me wanting in a way
only she can satisfy.
I need to see
her needy gaze. Feel her lips on mine. Hear her sigh when she’s in my arms. The
world is too fucking ugly and I feel the past ruining my future. Only Mia can
save me.
26 Spent Shells
Gator
Mia is on the
balcony when I arrive. At the sound of the door closing, she hurries to me. My
whirlwind of emotions demands an outlet and the warmth in her expression causes
my control to slip.
When I lift
her into my arms, she gasps at the roughness of my touch. Instead of flinching
away, she touches the scar down my face. The feel of her cool fingers eats away
at more of my control. Quickly, I have her on the bed with her shorts
her heart. How her mother did love her even if she never showed it.
My fingers
feel good around the bitch’s throat. Enjoying the panic in her blue eyes, I see
how much they look like Mia’s and hate her more for destroying her lookalike
child. Lis struggles, clawing at me. Even with a pathetic life, she’s desperate
to live. I suspect she knows what awaits her when this life ends.
Once she’s
dead, I rest her on the couch. She looks peaceful and I feel a little guilty to
have let her die so easily. Rodent died quickly too. Though they deserved
endless torture for their sins against Mia, they got off easy.
Cleaning the
apartment, I have more death on my mind.
Mia said his
name was Patrick and he lives only a few blocks away in the building Mia once
called home. The man doesn’t realize he will die soon for hurting her in a way
I can never heal. No amount of love or care will fix what he did to her brain.
He treated her like an animal and I plan to put him down.
Leaving
behind the cleaned apartment, I move steadily to my next destination. I know
he’ll be home. Fate is on my side and vengeance belongs to Mia. She needs this
even if she can’t understand just yet. So desperate for comfort, she doesn’t
think of revenge. One day, she’ll be happy for the spilt blood.
Patrick’s not
what I expect. When he opens the door, I find a fairly soft looking man. The kind
I never think twice about when I see them on the street. He’s blond and
freckled. Harmless in every way except to a helpless Mia who couldn’t tell him
no.
When I push
him inside the room, he barely reacts. He’s scared and I don’t blame him. I’m
exactly the kind of man I worry about on the street. The hard scarred man with
cold eyes. I imagine what he sees on my face and smile at his fear. His doughy
hands once harmed Mia and he suffered nothing for his crimes. Today, I am Death
and his time in this world is over.
He struggles
against the gag as his bones shatter under my fists. Killing him is so easy.
All through the beating, I whisper to him why he’s suffering. Mia is why he
must die. This is no accident. No random crime. He committed violence against a
child and broke her, so she would remain a child forever. Now, violence came
for him in the form of a man on a mission.
I want more
than his death. Much like with Lis, I feel unsatisfied because there is no way
to fix what they did to Mia. No way to return her childhood or restore her
innocence. Yes, I can keep them from harming others. Yes, I can tell my woman
those who tormented her are dead. While I can do these things, there are limits
to the power of my wrath.
Just like
years ago in the swamps when I killed my father, I realized he might die a
million times and it would never be enough. What he stole from me couldn’t find
relief.
Dougie James
made me into a man capable of killing his father. His death wasn’t the end or
the beginning, only a symptom of my evolution after being raised by evil. Much
like Mia will never be more than the broken women I love because evil claimed
her too.
The apartment
Mia called home burns to the ground. Watching the fire for a long time, I
finally accept how much I miss Mia. My vengeance leaves me wanting in a way
only she can satisfy.
I need to see
her needy gaze. Feel her lips on mine. Hear her sigh when she’s in my arms. The
world is too fucking ugly and I feel the past ruining my future. Only Mia can
save me.
26 Spent Shells
Gator
Mia is on the
balcony when I arrive. At the sound of the door closing, she hurries to me. My
whirlwind of emotions demands an outlet and the warmth in her expression causes
my control to slip.
When I lift
her into my arms, she gasps at the roughness of my touch. Instead of flinching
away, she touches the scar down my face. The feel of her cool fingers eats away
at more of my control. Quickly, I have her on the bed with her shorts
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