-BAM-

It’s that rage that boils and bubbles up in me. Its hot and red and I lose control. Its gotten hold of me. I can feel its scaly hands grip my heart. I lose touch.

-BAM-

I come to. The place is such a wreck I have trouble telling where I am. There is blood everywhere but it takes me an eternity to see it. It’s on my hands, my shirt, the floor. It’s even on the god damned ceiling. Baby girl is huddled in the corner, crying. I walk over to her. My boots cashing thunderously on the sticky floors. She’s yelling at me with her glorious Brooklyn brawl.

“Don’t you come near me! You monster! You hear me!” I hear her but I keep coming. As I get closer I see that she’s been cut up real good. There is glass poking out of her. I don’t notice the knife in her hand until it’s too late. She swings at my face as I kneel in front of her. I grab her wrists and twist the blade out of her grasp. It lands, burying itself in the floor. How long had I been out? And did I do all this? If that clock is right, I’ve been out forty minutes. You can do a lot of damage in forty minutes.

-BAM-

The memories play before my mind’s eye like a silent movie. There I am flipping over the table, drawing my heater. Shooting until I run dry. My knife comes out from it;s holder on my belt and things get really messy. In hindsight the blade looks too long, too mean. It looks deadlier than any heater. And there I am carving away at these tough Mobsters like it’s thanksgiving. One by one they all fall. I see baby girl run to the corner. I see her scream.

-BAM-

I tell babygril that I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to scare her. That I need to take her home, get her cleaned up. That she’s never going to work for bad men like them ever again. That I’ll take care of her. That I lover her. That I love her. All to make her stop looking at me like that. Like I killed her only brother. But I did kill her only brother. The bastard was selling his sister to the highest bidder. He didn’t deserve to live. As long as she doesn’t keep staring at me with that look in her eyes I wont feel guilty. I’ll know that what I did was right even if I did it in the worst possible way. As long as she doesn’t keep staring at me with that look in her eyes.

-BAM-