Dark night, dark blood, carrying with it a river of rage that had brought him to this point and the horror of it suddenly shown with clarity in his pale face as he looked in the mirror. He still saw the crimson blood splattered on his face, though in reality nothing was there. As he gazed at his reflection, he saw again her supine body sprawled on the pavement, dark red blood seeping through the four gunshot wounds.
At first he was in shock. "No. I'm dreaming, I'll wake up. WAKE UP!" Then he cried almost an hour, cradling her limp form in his arms until the paramedics pried her cold body from him. Drusella had driven him home and his shock was already turning into anger.
The anger was growing, shaping itself into a giant rive of rage and plans for revenge. Damian would pay. Big time. First he would suffer, then lose his life.
Now, in his apartment, he was washing his face, again and again, unable to feel clean. He could not get the image of her out of his head. His sanity was slowly edging farther and farther away from his reach. Reason was already beyond his grasp. He slipped on some dark clothes and silently made his way to Damian's house. Just a mere shadow, his business was soon done. He laughed. "Payback is hell Damian and revenge is sweet!" He mutters as he slips through the darkness.
"AAAARRRGGGHHHH!" came the earsplitting scream the next morning. Damian had found his little present. Fixed to his window was Damian's dog. Degutted and decapitated, the insides were strewn about Damian's yard.
Sara, Damian's wife, ran into the bedroom. "Damian, what's wr-" The second scream was heard. "Who did that?"
Damian's dog was 10 years old and Damian was very attached to him. He could remember getting him on his twelfth birthday. He had been estatic. Now, however, his dog was very much attached to his bedroom window.
It was night again, time for another present from Edgar to Damian. "This time he will see the carnage," Edgar told himself. He watched Damian's and Sara's car pull into the driveway. He wanted to pull the trigger then, watch the glass explode into thousands of pieces, to dig into their faces, to cut them. He wanted to shoot now, get her in her forehead, let Damian sit there in shock as his wife's body falls lifelessly against his shoulder. But he waited...until she just stepped out of the car, Damian was holding her hand now.
Then *BANG* With the precision of a sniper he hit his mark. Three times in the stomach and one in the chest. Damian spotted him and rushed to him. But as Damian lunged at Edgar he pulled the trigger. He was killed instantly, his body almost stopping in midair before landing heavily on Edgar.
He pushed the body of his late friend off of his own, and drove his car home, his revenge taken out fully. Once home, there was one last shot, which ended Edgar's life, as well as this story...
