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"I simply seek justice. How can that ever be a mistake?"
As I pondered this simple thought. I smiled. Not out of happiness. But because I knew that one day, I wouldn't have to do this anymore. One day, I could stop fighting. Because one day I would win. One day, there will be no pain, no loss, no hatred.... Because of me, because I fight for you, for all of you.... One day, I will win.
I had finally come face-to-face with the Devil... And there was fear in his eyes, for the beast inside of me realized that the man inside of me was stronger than he could ever be. My present state of mind is not a pretty sight. It is a thing of Agony and Horror. But, it is also a story about Hope. It is about Revenge. Justice. And fighting for what you believe in.
You see, there's law... and there's justice. But it is rare that the two of these concepts are the same. This is holy work for me, a sacred oath. There's is no room for mistakes, and and even less for forgiveness. Criminals and scum walk free among us, skirting the "law" and getting away with offenses that chill the blood. They think that they can do it indefinitely. The bold ones even think that they can stop me. There's nothing wrong with them that a bullet in the head won't fix.
Mercy is the enemy, there's no time for understanding or compassion. There's no room for mercy ever. Mercy turns into acceptance, and eventually, it becomes forgiveness. Mercy forgives what can never be forgiven. Ever.
People think it's an obsession of mine, this unrelenting need for justice and balance. A compulsion which I must feed, as if there were an irresistible impulse to act. It's not.... I chose this life and I know what I'm doing... And on any given day, I could stop doing it. But today isn't that day. Tomorrow won't be either.
I'll let you all in on a little secret; I'm not "Superman".... Meaning that I can't fly, bullets don't bounce off my chest and I can't bend steel in my bare hands.... If I get cut, I will bleed, if I get punched, I will bruise and if I get shot in the head, I will die. End of story. Cancel the unauthorized biographies and the movie options.... But I have a invulnerable force of will and a presence that makes bad people fear me. I'm sorry if that makes good people do so as well, but I'd rather have that than everyone believing that I am a "nice guy". That sort of thinking could get me killed.
All I ever wanted to make a difference, to show the world that there were still a few good and decent people willing to fight for what was right. I don't carry guilt around like a cross for the things that I have done in the pursuit of this quest. Life is hard. Horrible things happen. Sometimes, it all goes wrong.... But we do our best and we keep doing it, even if we have to cross the line. But make no mistake; I'm a warrior, not a murderer.
Just know that everything I have done, I do for the greater good. To make this world a better place when I leave it than it was when I came into it. You see, I'm willing to put my life on the line to do what I have to. But it has got to be mine and mine alone.... No one else's. This is my fight.
I will never push or pry into others' lives. But I want to let everyone know that when you need one the most...when you are at your worst and can bear no more...that you have a savior. You will be safe again.
Simply call on me. I will be there.
