Lurking |Andrew

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Andrew stared down at the man who'd taken his fleeting eclipse from him. It had taken him over a year to track this man down, the police couldn't do it,investigators couldn't do it so he did it himself. He became judge,jury and executioner, because no one took what was his and lived.

The rain washed away the blood on the cold,jagged pavement,the evidence of his crimes,his sins. They wouldn't find his body. Andrew made sure of that,Andrew had gone and dug a ten foot pit in the ground not too far from here. Above the black sky thundered and rumbled as the gravekeeper looked into black eyes of his widower. Andrew felt nothing,not the rain,not even the blood that fell down his face as he raised his shovel,high above his head.

"I told you that you'd suffer,be it my hands or Gods" the man couldn't speak, not after Andrew had broken his jaw,"You have mearly escaped my hands for now," he crounched over the body. The blood had gotten darker,turning the grimey yellow light of his flashlight to a pink.

      "rest assured I will find you in hell"

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