But the sadness ended. The tears halted and the pain subsided. The mans spirit, his being changed. But then. He grinned and gritted his teeth harder. I found him. And I took my time with tha basterds punishment. He had spent a year working with his cousin at the police station to find the man who took his family from him. He lost his house and His job in pursuit of this. He spent every last cent he had earned to find him. And the day came. I found is name on a suspect lineup. Checked some records from local schools. Found his house. Tied him up. He skinned the man. He gutted him. He tortured him. And to finish him off, he burned the house to embers. I lost everything; my wife, my daughter, my house, my job... And my mind. He reached into his jacket and pulled a rusty old locket out, opened it, and displayed to me a picture of his beautiful wife, Charolette, and his daughter, Madeline. So thats my story kid. Other than a few trips to mental hospitals following all that. But Im not through.
Posted on: Sat, 01 Feb 2014 10:43:53 +0000
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