From Dust A Unity Revenge Story

Prologue

  "You should have left it alone boy, we hired you because you don't ask questions. You had to go and ruin it." The man speaks to me as if scolding a dog.

  I cry out as his blade scrapes between my ribs as he pulls it free, dark spots appearing in my vision as I cling to consciousness.
  I see him shake his head at me out of the corner of my eye. I see it coming, but can do nothing to stop it as his foot collides with my stomach flipping  me through the air as I land in a bloody heap at the bottom of the drainage ditch on the side of the road.
   I feel the water running around me tainted with the red of my blood as I gasp from the pain like nothing I have ever felt. Choking on my own blood as every broken bone fights to be felt over each other. I can't even cry out as my vocal cords are destroyed beyond repair from the slice across my neck. I use the little bit of strength I have left to roll over onto my side spitting the blood out of my mouth before it can drown me as a black tint takes to eating at the edges of my vision. Almost over now, even though I know it will end this pain I can't quite let go some deep instinct that has kept humans alive for all of our miserable existence refuses to let me give in to death. This man, they call him Dr. Smile, didn't just come to kill me as he was ordered. He made me suffer, it wasn't a job to him it was a passion. I see the pleasure in his eyes as he broke me every time I close my own eyes. So I do my best to keep them open.
   I hear a voice that sounds something like his constantly calm voice saying "he's done, roll this up we were never here." No, I'm sure it was him, the man who I would give anything to kill. Imagining the look on his face as I tore him apart piece by piece made me smile as I slipped away.