Thread:Rocketlauncher22/@comment-29711200-20160922031821/@comment-33161724-20161102140112

He crept through the streets, a broken man with a broken heart. To him, this wasn't an act of murder. It was...a bad habit. A form of vengeance. A way to filter out his anger on the rest of the world. All of the townies had their struggles. He just dealt with his differently.

He liked the feeling. The power to take away a fellow mortal's life. The horror in their eyes as they take in what happened, the last movements of their chest as they draw their final, horror-filled breath. It made him feel powerful. It tossed away the thoughts of feeling powerless. At least he had the power to end entire lives. Too bad violence can't solve all problems.

While he did feel alone, he knew he had others to help him. There are always others that despise the town, even those that were like him. But the Mafia didn't hate the town. They just did business. It was their jobs. They didn't have the same passion for killing like he did. But he didn't have to worry. To him, they all were targets.

Life is cruel, but so are people. It's about time he dealt his fair share of pain.

One. By. One.