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What are you waiting for?
Retribution.
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The fog clears slowly from my mind.
After an unknown duration of time, I am conscious once again.
As the blurriness recedes from my eyes, I am filled with sights so horrifying that they will be forever etched into my soul.
A body shines in the pale moon-cast light.
It is a body that I know every inch of intimately.
My eyes fall upon the contours of her form as she lies motionless in the moonlight.
I follow the smooth surface of her skin; naked, supple and so very pale...
So pale? ... Something isn't right!
I look to the face that had always provided me with so much comfort and joy.
Terror, revulsion, grief, and rage instantly consume me in incessant waves of hellish black emotion.
The face I so loved has been replaced with nothing but a mangled crimson hole of pulpified flesh.
I try to scream but vomit fills my throat.
Why was I returned from oblivion; returned to see the one thing I live for Dead?
I struggle to stand, but I fall to the littered floor, as I notice a strange numbness filling my body.
As I try to stand once again, I notice that my left leg below the knee is nothing but shredded flesh and bits of pulverized bone.
As I struggle to sit up, I see a coffee table nearby; broken and smeared with blood.
(My blood?)
A large bloody smudge looks curiously like the print of a face.
(My face?)
Embedded in the dripping wood is what appears to be two teeth.
(My teeth?)
Oh Lord NO! My Face!
Frantically, I search the debris around me until I find a broken piece of mirror, and I am stunned at what its refection reveals.
My upper lip is torn free and and hanging.
Most of my left cheek is gone.
A large swath of my scalp has been ripped from my skull.
There is a bullet hole in my forehead, adjacent to the gaping hole I can detect in the back of my head.
My eyes are sunken in their blood-drenched sockets.
My eyes are glowing neon green.
I now find myself able to scream and I do so with all of the horror, fury and disgust that fills my soul.
With the scream, my mind is flooded with dark agonizing memories.
I see the laughing faces of traitorous friends.
I hear the screams of my beloved wife, as she is tortured, raped and killed.
I feel the table give as my head is repeated bashed into it.
I smell the acrid odor of death and gunpowder, as my leg is blown off.
I taste the blood.
Now I remember everything.
Now I understand why I have returned.
I shall take a leg from the sundered coffee table.
I shall affix it to the mangled stump of my leg, so that I may again stand.
I shall tirelessly hunt down those who are responsible;
I know them all.
I shall wreak vengeance upon them; none shall escape my wrath.
I shall have no mercy.
I shall hear no pleas.
I shall have retribution.
I swear to God, I will.
