Now it’s the end of Dirk’s life. The only beauty of it came from his time with Saylor. With her he found happiness. And when he found it, it was like I found it too. But just like Dirk, that happiness is now buried.
After everyone leaves, I kneel at his grave. My fingers dig into the soft dirt as I bow my head over the grave. Two tears escape me. It’s all I allow myself. A tear for Dirk, and a tear for me. A part of me did die out on that highway with him. And today, that Shady is laid to rest. As I stand, I leave what’s left of who I was.
I’m no longer the lost little boy who nobody wanted. I’m not a young man searching for his place in the world. I’m not the same man who ran his fingers over the threads of his new patch again and again.
My anger is fueled by all that’s been lost. Fury blazes in my eyes. Rage consumes me. Revenge is my only thought. Killing is my ultimate goal. Death is the only justice.
Death Mob killed Dirk. Now they’ll pay the price. Their blood will pour like rain from the sky. Their bodies will decompose in shallow graves. The smell of their fear will fill the air. Their days are limited. Their nights will be haunted. One by one, they’ll die. Every death will send a message: I’m coming for them.
All of them.
But I’m not coming alone. I’m bringing hell with me.