Revenge
I'm livin in a shell
This fuckin hell
Save me from damnation
Save me from myself
Feeling of hands turning damp, beads of sweat pushing forth as a restless mind watches. Drying both palms over a worn brown coat, eyes never resting. The long night moves, pushing the day away, still the waking glare remains.
Slowly eyes closing, shutting heavy over the red sprung eyes. A nocturnal creature fueled by burning fluids and sizzling powders. No rest, all the mind wants is rest, a craving for it to end
Inside the eyelids an ever-going image rolls on. An old movie clip going, going on constant repeat. The blinding light, the screaming. A salty drop press through the tired closed lids. The peace of the waking fading away as the images hit with its painful strike. Suddenly back with a scream, blue eyes darting round. A mere second of dozing off, a long second of pain, pushing him further.
Sounds of steps thudding against the pavement, feet heavily dragging. Icy blue yes widening from the sound .. watching from the shadows. He was back, it was time
A drunk mans stumble, rummaging for his keys. Sniveling in a mumble to himself while cursing lowly. Out from the shadow a brown clad figure steps. Hand sliding down a deep pocket, gripping the wooden handle.
Finally managing to get the right key the door clicks open, sliding up with a slow creaking. He turns round to shut the door in a limp like stumbling twist. Moving with the grace of a tap dancing elephant, his eyes widen.
Before him a tall man stand in the doorway. The Brown coat rested round a slender body. Blue eyes framed in a raven black hair gaze with icy cold hate. Hand gripping round the wooden handle tighter, slowly letting a finger slide to the cold metal. Now rested gently on the sensitive trigger.
"What the fuck!?!?! Who the hell are you ??"
Barely letting him finish the door is slammed open, making him stumble backwards. His classy look trying to focus, to remember.
As the door shut behind them, their eyes meet. A drunkards confusion, with the icy cold blue stare. Narrowing of eyes, closely followed by the move of an arm as metal blink in the dim light
A barrel pointing at him, held in a shaking hand. Behind the trigger pure hate tenses. Shaking insanity driven by pain, by fear of the dreams. Giving away a snarl, voice filled with hatred as he parts his lips to speak
"You killed him, you fuckin killed him…. And now ..now its your turn"
A grin comes over the drunk one.. Thinking back, his mind blurred by one to many beers he gives up that task
"Look mista, I dun know who yah be talkin about, hehehe but whoever he is I don't give a shit if he's dead!!"
His woozy mind finding this amusing, far from taking the gun waving at him serious. If he only knew, only could grasp how far gone this mind was.
"My Dad, you fuckin piece of shit"
A stare fading off, as if looking within, deep in thought
"car bomb, first of April 95, 5 years ago today, 7:34 in the morning, he has just eaten breakfast"
A pause of deep thought, the tingling surging of pain in this tattered mind
The silence interrupted by a loud laughter, a cackling sound with a flow of evil in it, bubbling from the drunkard's throat.
Anger overwhelming as the laughter flow. Frustration adding to the blurred thoughts as muscles clench. Just a slight tension, feeling the trigger move so gently.
Crimson trails flow down his body, staining his clothes, stumbling. Moving a limp hand to his chest as he tumbles over falling. Not giving a sound as shock grasp him, pain overwhelming in a tension that will not let a sound pass his lips. Laughter fading fast.
Bullets whizzing through the air. His body shaking from the rapid impacts. Eight slugs slamming into his body. Ribs cracking and flesh torn as the bullets rip through it. Round the fallen body, a puddle of dark crimson grow
His eyes …my God …his eyes. Pleading, begging .. he was scared. Still alive as the gum click several times. Again and again. The blind rage not giving, spite the gun long ago emptied in the killer.
Icy blue eyes meet his. A blood covered arm stretching out, begging for forgiveness, crying …dam ..he was crying. The right hand drop down, a metallic clank against the floor as I return. What have I done ..
Falling to my knees as I reach out for him. A lost soul, just another fucked up mind. He was not angry, just crying ..just scared. No, this wasn't how it was supposed to be. It was all wrong.
Pulling him closer as his life fade. Shivering, grasping hard to the last breathes, holding me tight
"It's not your fault*
Two lost souls in a tight embrace. Leaning against him, bloods soaking my clothes. Flows of salty rivers trail down my cheek as his hand turn limp in min.
Looking down at him I shake my head. He wasn't the monster. One mind was never to be saved and it was not his.
"I forgive you"
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