In the Beginning

It started, hell if I know...six years ago. I was a good man, don't tell me different. A good man...like my father or his father before him, but as I was saying, I was a good man. I respected the law, I had a family. A beautiful wife who adored me, three kids.

People would've killed for that life, Why? Thats the questions that rings in my new head, constantly repeating itself in an almost bestial roar, WHY? It cries like a whore at midnight against the backdrop of a broken bleeding city. but maybe I'm going ahead of myself.

In the beginning, little Susie came down with cancer, and my wife..not knowing how to deal with it, shot herself. Susie eventually died in a hospital bed while the two other children were put up for foster care. I was at War in Iraq. I came back three years ago to find that perfect fairy tale was dead, ripped out of my heart, raped and brutally murdered.

It was then I picked up the occult...I made a deal with the devil to bring my life into order. That little Susie never came down with that horrible god awful disease.


I could'nt bare to think of the grim faces of those two kids of mine, thinking wheres Daddy when we need him? Wheres our hero?

So I made the deal...but how did it end?

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Some people choose to complain about their lives. Hell, if I did that, I'd have to kill myself...'course, that's impossible. I took a peek at something any other person would have cringed at. What I saw was what everyone fears, not out of the purpose of not living, but out of fear of "what next?"

I looked up the nose of the Grim Reaper. I tried shooting at the phosphorous boogers in there to help him out with hygiene, but he thought I was attacking him and cut me with his scythe. I didn't die. Hell, I felt downright good. In retaliation, I shot him back to wherever he came from. Heh...thinking back, it was actually kind of fun.

I'd do it again if I could.

But that's impossible.