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.