After that bastard took the one thing I had left in life he put his gun back in his suit, and walked back to his chariot with his goons right behind him. He got in the backseat and they drove off into the night leaving James and I for the vultures.
But I remembered their faces, every last one of them. I slowly started to get up, while the freezing rain numbed my external wounds. After I rose from the dead, I looked down at my feet. I stood there on the streets of Hoboken, looking down at the last part of my life that I had left. My brother James. Killed by an asshole who couldn't let go of a debt. I had nothing left to lose. Everything and everyone I loved were gone, Ripped away in a New York minute. So with the rain as my witness I swore to god I was going to kill the sick bastards that did this.
And nobody was going to get in my way.
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Phychosis
ActionAfter a deal goes south and leaves Marcus Gormleys brother James dead on the streets of Hoboken, Marcus sets out on a quest for vengeance while slowly going psychotic. Will he finally find closure? Or will he go off the deep end?
