Alexander, a man overwhelmed with greive and depression takes vegeance to a whole new level.

VILLAIN

Meek bnh

Woke up from a nightmare in the middle of the night, breaking in cold sweat. Still the death of my loved one remains havoc to me and everyone related. But i feel like am the one whos more hurt, It's been eight days since her burial, my heart is pounding and all my mind is in obyss and the smooth cold breez around me reeks of vengeance.

Fast forward to my current emotional status update, am outside a bar about two yards away in my car. With a list of names and photo ID's attached on a piece of paper.

I swung the car door open and head for the door to the bar, "what's wrong with me, is this the right place to do this", I'm thinking to myself as I head straight in. I See five men who seems to be in their early forties. Drinking, enjoying and chuckling about themselves six feet from me. I walk past them and pull a chair and sit next to the bar tender at the counter.....

'What would you like to have sir?'. She asks me with a soft calm welcoming voice, "I'll have what they're having" I replied pointing directly to the same five men without being hesitant.

'Alright sir' she answers again with her calm soft voice. I slowly flinch backwards as she hands me a cold drink, "Thanks"... and slightly turn to my left to see if coast is clear, and calmly insert my hand in my inside top taxido pocket. Caress something hard and warm inside. "May I have a napkin please" I quickly ask the bartender 'Sure thing sir'. She Replies as she exits to the back door and I quickly pull out my fire arm and fire directly at the five men. Firing mercilessly with my eyes closed at each trigger.

People scream but all I find pleasure now is the movement of the gun, as it fidget back and forth in my hand. As the people rush out of the door and run for their lives. Then boom! out of the blue something heavy hits me on the back. And I fell hitt the bar floor with my face as I could feel it's cold wet and stench of liquor. I quickly turn to see who it was, its a man. A man who also seems to be in his early forties too. As he was about to hit me a again with a bar chair I quickly get out of the way and reach for my fire arm and bang!. He falls with a thick wet dull thud.

I pull myself up and wow, what a massacre, with shaky legs I rush out of the door and run to my car. Opened the door and drowned in the chair and let out a sigh of relief. Pulled out a peice of paper and a pen and marked the five men Jeff, Vincent, Pete, Sean and Maloy. "Its done my love", with a smirk on my face as I pull out another peice of paper with again diffrent names, Josh, Patrick, Mr. Chola, Delilah, Ronad..... 

and photo ID's attached to it and i say to myself, "now who's next".

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