The Neutron Star Division

"Today is the day that I was supposed to die........." I say without a single emotion as to what I wanted to do for my last few moments upon this earth I willfully belong too.
I lie in my bed without a single purpose in the world but to find the love of my life that was taken from me just a few moments ago. I listen to the radio speak words that flow right through my limbic system into the brain that I call my own. I listen carelessly hoping to find the answers that lie beneath the picture, I see straight ahead of me. My Head has the scarred face of a local but the anger of someone unlikely to visit this world. I can't seem to think about anything but the problems that I face. Just as the memories I live up to jog through my mind like a man running a four-mile hike. I shed the tears upon my eyes because of the many people I've hurt that have been in and out of my life. Many thoughts go into my mind about how I have failed to save her, but I can't help but wonder why I was the only one that lost something today. I browse through my house hoping to find answers to my family's death. I start to think about what it is that drains my mind of all the sorrow and that helps me kill those pains that I've had in my body for some time now. I can't determine how or when I will murder the heartless people that stand in my way.
I watch the dark night sky hoping to exclude the trail of bright lies I see in front of me. I think to myself about all the noises that I listen to that can help me obtain the sections in my brain that release tension. I Pull the jacket off my back and set it down on a nearby coffee table for the time being. I had been speaking in a very low tone, that most people would usually call whispering. I grasp onto one sentence that keeps repeating in my mind. "What did I do to deserve these actions put on my soul", I stated as the wind blew air into my lungs. As I lay here waiting and wondering when I will punish these corrupt individuals I fall fast asleep .The though enters my mind day after day and then I wait till time tells this unorthodox tale.

(7 YEARS LATER)

My name had stroke fear into the dreadful individuals that I have killed since Brittany's death. I would sit and lurk waiting for them to come and find me each day that I walk this significant earth. They put many dangerous people in my path that couldn't stand a chance against me for I was trained to kill from the best. The Marine Corps could teach a lot to a man in a small amount of time, Some would even be as proud as I am to wear this scout sniper patch. I walk into the deadly night with nothing to loose but a few paper bills in my wallet and a watch that is worth no value to my wrist it clings to. I walk and follow a man who I have been trailing for a good hour without any purpose as to catch the inside man who will tell me were I could find the man that was responsible for my heartache. This man has no family, no disregard for anyone else except a few minute hits of the pipe. I fire a bullet at the man while I sit with the bloodshed on my trench coat and the gun residue that stained my fingertips. Truly that gunshot would have made history, but tonight it would work to my advantage. I watch as the man that tried to run, kneel in his own pool of blood beneath him. His begging and pleading does not faze me due to my hateful thoughts that come to thought. I gesture a smirk as I pull the trigger from my gun that would insert the last engraved bullet from my magazine into his left breast. I hear another cry that sounded exactly as the one my wife made just as I watched them murder her. I send a single tear down my anger bound face to watch him fly back into the night with no regard as to where he might be headed. I take a look inside this mans pockets, but unfortunately all there is, is lint and a couple pennies. " Hah A Couple Of Pennies Really Anyone Else Would At least pick A Better Classic Criminal Instead Of This Scum!" Found its way out of my mouth thru words. I cleaned the gun and holstered it as my legs took control of my body through this retched alleyway. Usually walking down the street for me would be to clear my mind, but instead this one is to rethink my negative decisions. The local bar certainly can make my rethought-out decisions fade to black. "Bartender I'll Take A Jack On The Rocks," many people can't stomach such strong whiskey however I can tolerate such alcohol. The night would become another one that would be late out at the bar.

That whole day as I planed for what will come to these untouchable souls. I took a look at all the blueprints of the building that is supposed to have the last man that was in the group. I prayed that god would be on my side for I knew that I would not return from this journey I lead myself into. I stood in my basement holding my gun against my head wanting to pull the trigger, but couldn't wonder as to what I would do to make Barron Dexter pay for all the agony he decided to put upon my shoulders. I packed up for the long night that would come shortly. So I set out on my last few hours to seek Barron and kill him. I took all the guns I have left in my armory and lay them in my car for my trunk and I to see.

I entered the facility and took out the two main guards. I forced my way into the stone facility with the rest of ammo I had strapped onto my vest. There was a lot of blood spilled on the pearly white floors. It was about 30 minutes into my vigorous search for Barron, when I inserted my last clip into my gun for I knew my long lost search was over. I finally found the man who murdered my family and my emotions took over. I open the doors and see someone sitting in the chair. I would finally have the sweet taste of revenge upon my lips. I drew my pistol up, as I would fire two rounds into this man without regret. Except for the fact that it wasn't Barron, It was some innocent bystander that I shouldn't have killed. I furiously throw my gun against the wall, and I walked up to something I noticed and it drew my attention to the floor. I saw a note reading my name. My shaking hands opened the note, and I read it out loud. " Dear David, I knew about your little plan to try and sabotage me and my people, so I took the liberty of leaving you with a surprise". I thought about that for a second and then exited at the nearest hallway with the emergency sign labeled in glowing green above.

When I finally find Barron had blew up the place, I searched high and low for him, looking and covering every track I made, Then I would reach his house to find him home with his family. I waited patiently as to find out that his family would leave later in the afternoon for a short vacation. I kicked open the door and saw Barron lying there on the couch. I took him by the throat and put my gun to his head as I wanted to fire a bit of lead into his thick skull, but couldn't. There was a cloud of thoughts going through my mind deciding whether it would be worth it to take upon this selfish act of homicide. So I finally just close my eyes and pull the trigger as I watch his brains impale into the wood flooring. The man that killed my family was dead and I could finally wake up in the morning with a purpose to live. For my name is............David Hawke.