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I am going to kill him.
That man has survived far too long after everything he did to me. To Vin. To everyone in this fucking desert. I don’t care anymore.
I know where he is. I’ve been tracking every single move he fucking makes. He’s in Zone Four today, taking Route Guano to try and clear zone five. The idiot is out on his own for once. Easy target.
I don’t care if he has a family. If he does, I hope they feel even a little bit of the grief I felt for my Vinnie.
I’m waiting for him. I walked all the way out here. I know what I am going to do to him.
I will avenge my Vinnie.
There he is.
I see his stupid car. He isn’t paying attention.
I shoot out his tires with my blaster. I watch as he loses control of his stupid car. I watch as he crashes into a cactus.
I walk up to the car and pull open the door. I drag him out of the car. I take his blaster and his BL/ind issue ID. I leave that there.
I drag him along with me, he struggles and yells, until I find the nearest tree.
I pull rope out of my bag. He kicks at me, tries to stand. I wrap it around his ankles. I tie him upside down from a branch.
I tell him how I feel. I tell him why I’m doing this. I don’t know why I told him, it just felt right.
He spits on me. I don’t really feel it. I’m not really feeling anything right now.
I hit him with my cane for the first time.
I hear his nose crack. He yells out. I truly smile for the first time since my Vinnie died.
Blood drips onto the sand from his broken nose. Blood drips onto my shoes.
I hit him again. And again. Bruises form.
I hit him again. His lip splits. More blood.
I hit him again. He cries out. I feel alive
I hit him again. His bones start to crack. I hit him again.
I hit him again.
His blood splatters across my clothes.
His blood splatters across my face.
His blood splatters across my hair.
His blood splatters across the sand.
I hit him again.
His screams sound like the most beautiful music.
I hit him again.
Again.
Again.
Again.
Again.
He stops struggling.
He begs for me to stop.
He says he’s sorry.
I hit him harder. I got rid of that word. Sorry. How fucking pitiful…
He can kill people’s friends.
He can kill people’s family.
He can kill people’s partners.
He can kill people’s children.
Yet the second someone hits him back he starts begging for mercy? How pathetic can you get?
I hit him again. I hit him until he cries. I hit him until he stops talking. I hit him until he stops moving.
I hit him over and over and over.
I only stop when I know he’s dead. His blood soaks the sand. His blood coats my hands. Coats my clothes. Coats my face and hair and shoes.
Vinnie.
Oh Vinnie.
Why do I not feel better? I did all of that for you, Vin.
I am not guilty. I do not feel guilty.
I buried him. I didn’t do anything wrong! He killed you!
Why do I feel so bad…
Oh my god
I killed someone. I’m not any better than he is. I didn’t- I…
I killed him.
I’m so fucking sorry Vinnie. I tried to do something good. I tried to avenge you. I’m sorry. Sorrysorrysorrysorrysorry