Revenge Story
Matthew Ryan Fischer
Tragedy, pain and loss. One man suffered them all. One man
suffered tragedy, another man made opportunity. One man had loss, another man
had gain. The man of tragedy and the man that caused it. The world was unfair
and unfair things happened all the time.
The man of loss saw his wife bleed, his house ransacked and his
life left in ruins. The man of tragedy and loss and the man of death and
destruction. The man of loss had no recourse. He was not a strong man. He had
no resources. He had no way.
The man of resource watched and listened and learned. The man of
resource judged. He made plans. He waited until the time was right. The man of loss
was approached by the man of resource and offered a way to make himself useful.
The man of resource took it upon himself to do the deeds that
other men could not. He took it upon himself to commit the crimes, to create
the punishments, to make other men suffer. The man of resource was a man of vengeance. He had his own secrets. He had a past, but
his past was not what was to be discussed. The man of resources had money and
means and a desire to watch people burn. He wanted to make people pay. He
wanted to destroy. He told himself he was only after what was right. He wasn’t
out to destroy, only to make the people that deserved to pay, pay. The man of
resource was on a holy crusade.
The man that caused tragedy was captured, beaten and tortured. The
man of resource caused it, took part in it and enjoyed it. He enjoyed it very
much.
The man of loss was brought to see. The man of loss was given a
chance to participate. The man of loss liked to watch, but he couldn’t bring
himself to enjoy anything more.
After it was over, the men discussed their options. The man of
resource had the plan and desire to do so much more. There were too many things
wrong in the world and he was determined to make them right. The man of loss
was caught up in the emotional righteousness and agreed to help.
Many evil men were found and many evil men were killed.
The bloodletting was awesome. It was addictive.
Many evil men died. Many. As part of a righteous crusade. And then
eventually just many men. The killing took hold and the killing became the
point and the killing became more and more.
One man became anger while another had become sorrow. The anger
spilled out and infected the others. One man was a revenge enabler, the other just
a susceptible clay to be molded.
One man questioned what they had become. The other wouldn’t let
him leave. A gun fired. Then another. But who shot first? And who shot who?
Both men slipped to the ground, bleeding. It didn’t matter.
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