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In the end, the Wrath will betray me

There’s blood everywhere. He’s swimming in it. The ground and walls are soaked in it. I’m covered in it. Even that small alley rat was unlucky enough to find us. Now it’s got a brand new bloody coat. Oh well. It shouldn’t have come into this alley. Me and this guy are in the middle of something.

More blood splatters my face and it draws my attention away from the red rat. Even till this day it surprises me just how violent I am. I used to blame it on this damn disease, but I’ve come to terms with that.

Its all me.

Always has been.

And the more I look back at my life the more it all makes sense.

I always did have an unusually high body count back on the force. A lot of the most violent crimes always happened around me. Even my nickname was something gory. I think it was the Reaper or the Widowmaker or something like that. I never really cared to find out exactly what it was. But anyways, I guess I always was the “shoot first, ask questions later” kind of guy. Actually, who am I kidding? I was the “shoot first, then shoot again, and shoot again, and then kick him in the throat just in case” kind of guy. And that’s been all too obvious. Especially now, as I rain down another right hand onto the man’s already fucked up face.

Damn, I can’t even tell what it is I’m wailing on anymore. It was a face at one time or another but now all I see is blood, broken bones, chunks of flesh and who knows what else. I don’t even know who this guy is. I wonder if he’s married. I wonder what he does for a living. Well did for a living. I’m not real sure if he’s dead yet but from the looks of it, he must be.

I kind of wish I had a mirror so I could see what I look like right now. I wonder what it is these infected sons o’ bitches see before I kill them. I bet I look crazy as hell. I can only imagine. Anytime I get like this its like an out of body experience for me. I hear myself roaring and panting and snarling like a maniac, but it doesn’t feel like I’m the one making those noises. I see my own hands pummeling this guy into a pulp, but I don’t feel like my arms are even attached to me. Funniest thing is that even though this thing begged for mercy, even though he said he didn’t know anything, even though he said he was on my side . . . .

I didn’t care.

I don’t care.

Haha . . . . yeah that’s a riot. Especially the whole mercy part.

Mercy? His kind didn’t have any godamn mercy when they took my baby girl away from me. His kind didn’t have any godamn mercy when they violated Annie and drove her insane. Mercy? Mercy is for people who deep down were still human beings. Mercy is for people who were still sane.

And I know I lost my humanity and my mind a long time ago.

But I'm glad they haven’t been able to take one thing from me. Its everything to me now. I live for it. Without it I would have killed myself a while ago. I can’t do that yet. And if I did, I would disappoint it so much.

Revenge.

My soul mate.

Alright. I’m pretty sure he’s dead now. I’ve smashed his head in a lot more than I thought I would have. But that’s fine. Besides, I’m getting bored. Ouch . . . . . that hurt. Hmmmmm I just felt my knee pop. I must be getting back to normal now. Well normal for me at least. Damn, I look like the Kool-Aid man with all of this blood and guts and shit on me.

Well something like that.

Can’t really compare myself to a cheesy cartoon character with a knack for yelling for no reason and destroying public property. Wow, I’m really psychotic aren’t I? Oh well. I kind of figured that out already. And now that I’m noticing that diner across the street, I’m realizing something else . . . . .

I’m hungry.