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PROLOGUE
Haunting the darkness, behind the shrubs next to my
intended victim’s garage, like a spider waiting for
my meal. I was a cold wet predator, feverish and
insane; yet, I felt a black pleasure coursing
throughout every cell in my body as I anticipated
what I was about to do, what I had been planning to
do for the past three years. I was going to finally
begin filling the dark aching abyss within my soul.
I was going to be reborn this very night.
Since I had ghosted around his house for
months, I knew that my intended victim was alone
with his rented videos, and his liquor… as he was
every Friday night. His wife had left hours ago on
the pretense of going to her book club, but instead
had gone to her usual motel rendezvous with the guy
she had been fucking for months. Since he was a
creature of habit, he would be finishing up his
microwaveable Hungry Man dinner, let his cat out,
while bringing out the kitchen trash to be dumped
into the large trash receptacles.
Oh yes!
Tonight
I was going to become a surgeon, a demolition man,
and perhaps an angel of death… just like they
trained me in the U.S. Marines!
Tonight I was going to stab and cut, pound and
hammer and outright disassemble with savage pleasure
the first of many evil people that had in their own
cowardly way dissembled my life. Yes! I shivered in
feral ecstasy, Tonight, vengeance would be mine and
I would be happy again!
The blood was pounding in my temples and a
terrible pain was splitting my skull. A chronic lung
infection and fever raged within me, burning the
neurons in my brain by the millions. Despite this,
my nervous system was all jacked up as hate crackled
within me. I yearned constantly for confrontation
and dreamed of letting loose like a jungle predator.
Lurking in the shadows, I felt the cold bite
of the wind and the ribbons of rain cascading down
on me. It was a good thing; the rain would muffle
any sound that I could make and provide a sensory
distraction to my prey.
Suddenly, the object of my obsession came out
to dump his trash. My heart was hammering in
anticipation. I had rehearsed what I was about to do
a thousand times. The trash-cans were right by the
shrubs I was hiding behind, right to where he would
come. The heft of the tools on my belt was
comforting.
I purposefully gathered myself into silent
intention to bring myself nearer to my prey. The
tension of all the years of pain, fear, and
humiliation, had built up in me… driving me like a
spring in an insane machine.
As I regarded him from the shadows, I was
again astounded by this overripe pear… this sorry
excuse for a man. As he came closer, the hairs on
the back of my neck stood up and I continued to
carefully slink towards him, my muscles bunching up
for a deadly rush of fury. Ready for what I knew was
destined to happen.
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