• Part 3 the Revenge

    His fifty years old now. While the storm rages outside, he sits in an armchair,
    listing the books, now the song is on- "Raven".
    Loneliness is mentioned in the song, swing of wings and night.
    Ominous bird is was the only guest to a lonesome man.
    Night like this. Lonesome man like himself.
    But the Raven ... Raven is just in the song,
    only folly, it really can not be ... Ha..no ...
    Pleasant crackling fireplace, he continues to drink wine.
    In that hour, the knock came from outside.
    Man shakes.

    Mist led him to the raven from the song.
    Although the company does not yearns, however, he opens the door
    and before him there stood a young men composed of darkness,
    Black coat, long hair, dark eyes and anger,
    those eyes that he is staring straight into consciousness ...
    He wanted to say something but he lost himself in the waves of words.

    ... lightning broke out, as a young man fist did too.
    Another. And another. A man is found himself on the floor.
    While pleading to the young men , chill and gloom walked into the room.
    Man Feels the leg on himself and death stared at him from the top
    and then he helplessly screamed ... You, damn son of a b**ch ...!"
    Who knows why,the boy he screamed and started to beat the man,
    bloody, demonic, without mercy.
    ... man spitting blood, roars are lost under the boot.

    The moment when he backs the gun against his head,
    a man realizes that the young man has no safety switch ... and that is the end ...
    While coughing own teeth, trying to ask "why ?"...
    ... young man spoke, and it was clear ...
    "How do you like to be on this side of fear?
    You, who sowed the fear? How are you now?
    Is your film spinning now?? All sequences when you torture her,
    and when you were bored and no longer wanted her in the house?
    Image of her on the street, while the broken sky spat dirty rain on her?
    You ... you, filth ... you didn't know what happened next!
    I'm not a son of a b**ch! I am the son of hundreds wretch,
    such as you, as it were the only hope
    to somehow support herself, and then the son ...
    For a small change - woman's heat with a glass of cheap wine ...
    At the end AIDS finished her off. but there is a bigger pain:
    to be born with AIDS? Let imagine that!
    I was born with HIV, but I die with a smile.
    This is your end. You end my revenge.

    Dull "click", silence, and a roar in the blank
    . as the gun was empty, smiling young man in the dark.
    "Now you are only a shadow, poor thing. Crying in the fear.
    Executioner, to you, will not be me - but life. You'll call it a fine. "
    ... and then the light gleam with a syringe needle,
    as its slowly drawn from the pocket of dark young man,
    Placed it in his vein, and without haste pulled out the juice of hate
    drops of St. Anger ,
    the ghostly smile, as he empties the syringe in the mans neck
    injects his blood. and that was check mat.
    As young man walked away, only one left was sighing uncle.

    But night is deaf and silence swallows the numb noise from outside ...