Marcus stood on the road in front of his former house. He slowly put on his mask, his new face. He followed the tire tracks with his eyes as they disappeared into the horizon. He felt the need for justice, for vengeance. He thought of his father, the blood, the suffering until the very end. He thought of it happening to him. The blood flowing from his body, the pain. Tears began to form in his eyes. He was not a merciless killer, he was a ten year old kid, and he was scared. He turned, tears still stinging his eyes, and ran in the opposite direction.
