Vengeance
I often wondered if Vengeance came with a price.
For me, Vengeance is best served through the eyes of my scope. The twitch of my finger. The pull of a trigger.
The death of someone who deserves to die.
Revenge, retribution, and retaliation are all that comes to mind.
I lost everything.
The woman I loved.
My sister.
My parents.
Myself.
You know what else I say about Vengeance?
It's best served frozen.
No side dish of compassion. No extra helping of warning.
No dessert called a second chance.
The price I want for it.
Is written in blood.
Warrant
Every wrongdoing warrants a consequence. In my case, I've decided to settle the score with death.
Years, I've been plotting to take out the men I used to call my brothers.
The men who double-crossed me by brutally murdering my sister.
I want revenge. I need it. Crave it. It's in my blood.
One tiny glimpse of her changes everything.
Or does it?
Maybe, just maybe, the little siren I wanted to harm is going to single-handedly slaughter me instead.
Lies. Deceit.
Manipulation.
Gotta love a tangled web of warranted deception.
Retaliation
As far back as I can remember, I pushed away those ugly demons looping their venom around my brain.
Trying to turn me into a man I never wanted to be.
I never wanted to be a killer; now it's a craving I need to survive.
The man I used to be never wanted to cause anyone an ounce of unbearable pain, because I know first-hand what it feels like.
The men I'm killing, they left me no choice but to walk a line chalked with retaliation. To leave the woman I love behind.
I sacrificed a lifetime with her to keep her alive.
But, after fourteen years of her living that lie, I'm crossing another line.
One I was warned to never step over.
