It hadn’t been the first time she had come across the ad. The last time she had seen it was on TV late at night. It popped up when she was scrolling through her phone. It popped up while she was watching a video on the internet. And today she saw it in the newspaper.
It was a sea of red inside his head. Only anger was left to him. Nothing appeased him. Nobody could get to him. He hated it all. This way of living wasn’t for him. There was no use for men like him. No use for somebody that can break and hurt. They wanted innovators, followers, and thinkers. He was nothing but a jumble of pain, power, speed, and violence. His heart burned with a fury; a fury that came to him unbidden. He did not push it away. He liked the way it felt. The way it made his hands tingle and tighten into fists. The way his feet dance and patted on the ground. The way his body tensed up like an animal ready to pounce.
It Never Ends
The sun was high in the sky, bright, beautiful, and warm. I crossed the sea of tall grass in the prairie to reach a small hill with a lonely tree providing shade and comfort. There my wife was waiting for me as she always does when I leave. I spent two months hunting a notorious cold-blooded killer. They called him Dead Eye, for his right eye was blind, his pupil milky blue.