Reborn

Exordium

You ever felt the chilling breath of death streaming down your neck? And from your neck it goes down into your chest, looking for your heart... FINDS IT, GRIPS IT AND INSPECTS IT as if it were... a trophy.

*KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK*

"CANDACE! Babe, please open up the door. You were right okay... for the millionth time!" Dwayne shouted profusely at the front door of Candace's apartment, attempting to outshine the rain drops and thunder in volume. Soaking in water and blood, Dwayne's body started to shake as if on the verge of hypothermia. Candace stood right behind the door listening to his cries and gave in, knowing the consequences to come. "Oh thank Zeus!", Dwayne said with a sigh of relief. He ran inside. About to reward Candace with a kiss, he was halted in his tracks by a shove. "Before you even touch me with those lips tell me, what all have you done. Don't leave a single detail out." Candace sneered at Dwayne in hopes to hide the true face she hid. A face of fear. The man who stood before her was not the pacifistic lover she kept in secret for months. No. Dwayne was an easy going young man, one who would constantly try his hardest to avoid confrontation. He rarely yelled nor got into fights, though back in highschool he was bullied repeatedly for his abnormally large head Before her was a cracked image of him.
"Fine. FINE. But please can you get me some bandages, peroxide and new clothes please? Something!" Candace races around the apartment looking for the items he requested and luckily she had everything. She threw him a towel, signaling him to clean up the mess and to start talking.

*3 Months earlier*

Dwayne stared into the mirror analyzing himself. The dark rings around his eyes indicated a lack of sleep for quite some time. The high top fade he had so much pride in was unkempt. His lips were dry and cracking and his nose, filled with loose mucus. The well toned abdomens he showed off from time to time began to lose their form. His smooth brown skin that he was once praised for were filled with deep razor cuts that were now healed. He looked like a total mess. His reflection began to speak in a rather charismatic yet crackly voice; opposite of Dwayne's own . "They took your brother. Your little baby brother Dustin. You were supposed to help him with his times table tomorrow right after dinner with good ol ma and pa. But guess what hehe. THEY'RE DEAD TOO!" Dwayne's right eye began to twitch uncontrollably followed by a few muscle spasms in his right arm. Well oh well "Wayney-boy" looks like you have nothing but that skank, CANDACE! Don't even think about your little posse down by 6th Avenue, were they really your "boys" all this time? Isn't it kind of funny that the police just let that white killer walk out of that store unharmed while gun in hand? HAHAHA CAUSE IT IS FUCKING FUNNY! A GREAT PUNCHLINE I MIGHT ADD. THAT HAD US ALL ROLLING! EVEN THE DEAD PEOPLE! HAHA! IN THEIR GRAVES!" Tears began to stream down Dwayne's face in agony of remembering that fatal event.

While Dwayne was at graduation practice preparing for his grand day, a young white man by the name of Burton Lannister, a well-known racist, walked into a predominantly black shopping store, opening fire, killing 18 civilians, which included his mother, father and little brother Dustin, with an AK-47. When brought before the stand Burton justified his act by saying, "I'm mentally unstable and I need help very badly." He was sentenced to 34 months house arrest and rehabilitation. The victims' families were outraged and a riot broke out in the court. Dwayne sat still in his chair. Eyes glued on Burton. His face had a blank expression. The room turned to pitch black, everyone disappeared; just Burton and Dwayne, across from each other. Dwayne broke.

Dwayne has been standing in the bathroom looking at his reflection, weeping for over thirty minutes.

*click clack*

"Ohhooohooo, oh we're getting real feisty here D-boy. What ya gonna do with that Desert Eagle? You know that packs a serious punch right? Taste it. Taste it, taste it, taste it, COME ON!" Dwayne slowly put the nozzle of the gun to his mouth and caressed the barrel with his tongue as if it was an actual woman. "Oohh look at you ol dirty dog. Betcha won't pull the trigger. Come on crimson red was ALWAYS your favourite colour. And your mom really could have made the bathroom walls not yellow, ew. Paint. It. Dwayne!" Dwayne slowly pressed his finger against the trigger, tears still flowing. His mind was made up. *click*

"Oh you friggin suck you jackass. You forgot to load the gun", his reflection said with a deep sigh in disappointment and eye roll. "No matter. I got a better idea than making your brain go boom boom." Dwayne's reflection started to pull himself through the mirror slowly but surely until he was out completely. The reflection was all around darker than Dwayne and had black protruding veins around its neck. "You see me? Good. Only you can. Remember that. I see you. But I see ALL. Come Dwayne, let me introduce you to the world of vengeance...