It was a cold night on the mid of November, some patches of clouds were present and would sometimes hinder the light of the moon from time to time. The trees were swaying gently from the occasional blowing of wind, making the leaves produce a subtle rustling sound. It was past eleven and I was making my way home from work.

I was walking on the side of the road along the steady line of lamposts, it was a long line and the numerous white lights would diverge as I look further down the street. Insects would sometimes flock around the lights only to be blown away by the wind, after some time they would come back to resume their futile dance until the wind blows them away again constantly repeating the process. This I witnessed many times as I pass by the lights. I began to admire them for their resilient fervor to reach the light, to consistently try inspite of the odds. In that same moment my admiration towards those insects spurred loathing in myself as well, because unlike them I gave up in life. I lost the will to continue and strayed from my path. I was contented on just surviving the day.

It has been four years since that accursed day, it took everything from me and made me empty. I was unable to protect the thing I valued the most and it showed me how powerless I am. It made me hate myself more than anything else. I cursed myself and it became a normal everyday routine, daily indulging in self torment.

I condemned my soul and it stagnated at that moment, on that day. Forced to witness that same tragedy over and over again and I resigned myself to this, as a way to atone. To me it was like a slow manner of dying and I can feel my emotions fade day after day, being overrun by sorrow and despair.

I was unable to notice that I was already engaging in painful nostalgia that night. It made me unreasonably tired. I quickened my pace and focused on the road instead.

I carried on my way and I noticed there was no one in sight. Not a soul wandered the streets that night except for me. Usually there are some people still up at this time of night, though very few. Solitude then made the cold creep in my bones giving me a slight chill. I began thinking of my warm bed back home but I still have ways to go if I am to reach my apartment.

I realized that I've never longed this much for that rundown apartment. That small room was the cheapest one that I could find but the rent still burns a hole in my wallet. Additionally, it was farthest one from town.

I've been walking for some time now and I noticed the strange calmness of the city that night. It wallowed in this deep feeling of loneliness which somehow gave me solace. It seemed like it was trying to condole with me. I wanted to be alone and the night granted me just that, or at least that's what it seemed to me, but something was more to it.

My stagnant fate shall change tonight.

A loud crash broke the silence, it was followed by the sound of men grunting and hideous baying. It came from the alley behind me and as I went back to look I saw a large trash bin had tumbled over. It was dented and it looked like it was ran over by a car. In the darkness I caught a glimpse of two familliar figures. Mad fury seeped in my veins after I laid my eyes on the two struggling men. I recognized them immediately as they went on fighting. These two I can never forget.

One had this average build and was very nimble while fighting, the other man was large and moved like a wild beast. The first man fought using a knife with chains attached at the end of the handle, while the other fought with his bare hands.

The alley became riddled with cracks and holes, mostly impact marks from the punches that the monstrous man threw. The fight was intense, but the man with the knife seemed to be having a hard time. He was bleeding and his right hand was limp but it didn't matter, he was attacking and dodging masterfully. They moved like monsters while fighting each other to death.

I stood there on that spot looking intently, both of them were there on that day where it all ended for me, where it was all taken from me.

My body shivered and I started breathing heavily. Anger welled within me like there was no end to it. My head started to feel heavy and I felt like I was going lose conciousness. I stood frozen and was nailed at that point, unable to act, unable to do anything. Anger filled my being and I could no longer think. The memories from that day flashed before me, I remembered her face and pain dwelled in my chest. Sorrow fermented into hate inside me. My heart drowned in rage.

I couldn't take it anymore.

Unable to contain my emotions I brought out a small blade and started charging towards them, crying and screaming. It did not matter to me anymore that both of them are dangerous and skilled. I wanted to vindicate myself, not just commit empty revenge. I know its stupid but still, even if it would cost me my life I'd like to at least make them bleed. I wanted to make them pay. This time, if I really did end up dying, it would be fine and my soul will be at peace. I can finally face her and say I tried.

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But my charge was cut short. The man with the knife came flying at me. His body collided with me with incredible force. It made me drop my weapon and we were knocked back into the street. He and I rolled for a good distance before stopping on the middle of the road. He was unconcious, the man with the odd looking knife.

I got up and stared at the man. He was lying there helpless and then I noticed he dropped something, it came from his coat. Another odd looking weapon and it looked like a gun. The thing seemed like it was made from stone and was bluish white with rather strange inscriptions, the same with his knife. I took the gun, it was heavy and did'nt have a trigger.

It does not seem to do anything and was too large and heavy to be just an accessory. The gun looked very old, an antique maybe? but who brings an antique to a fight? moreover something that does not work at all. However I felt something from that relic, some kind of compulsion. I strangely found myself wanting to use it.

It must serve some kind of purpose, but what? I'm sure he would not bring dead weight to a battle, anyhow it must be of some use. But I need something more reliable, a blade would do, I looked for my knife. I searched the ground but my dagger was nowhere to be found.

The other man was drawing near, unable to find my blade I searched the unconcious man's coat for anything I could use but he has nothing with him, not even that weird looking knife of his. 

I broke into cold sweat. This could be the end for me, the other man was a beast, the light of the moon showed what he truly is. It was a large heap of distorted flesh. An abomination. He was probably the one who smashed that trash bin earlier. Those overly muscular arms could crush my head easily and I would end up like that squashed piece of metal lying on the ground. I was taken back and I reconsidered my odds. I wanted to run.

The monstrous thing was getting closer and closer and he was baying for blood. But I could not let this oppurtunity pass. He was the one after all, the one who took her from me.

He killed my fiancee. 

Rage was rekindled inside me. I'll get him this time for sure. Instinctively, I held the gun and pointed it at him. I readied myself, wether the gun fires or not I'll make him burn.

He stopped momentarily upon seeing the weapon pointed at him but after a few moments he resumed his approach. Perhaps he was trying to ascertain the situation. He was looking at me and started sneering with that ugly face of his. He must know that I was unfamilliar with the weapon.

I focused on him with all intent. The emptiness inside was filled with something new. Something that flourished like a flower that fed on hate. It bloomed inside me and it felt heavy. What was once a void in my soul became a gushing spring of bloodlust. A monster spawned from those emotions and it wanted to come out, so I gave in to it. To wrath.

*nngggghhhh*

The gun started glowing and humming, it was preparing to fire. The man then started running towards me but it was all to late. He finally dropped his smile, he must felt his demise was near.

A blazing line of malevolent white light came out from the muzzle of the gun. His right arm was hit and it was blown off together with a hunk of meat from his torso. He then went down screaming and writhing in pain. His flesh was sizzling violently. I can smell the horrid odor of burning meat as I watch him roll and twist on the ground. It was truly an ugly sight.

The monster's struggle lasted for a few moments. Eventually he stopped moving, finally succumbing to death. I found it strangely satisfying for some reason, seeing someone convulsing from pain and anguish. The feeling of victory engulfed me at that moment but I somewhat felt really tired. Before I knew it, I was already kneeling on the ground. Enervation subdued me and I thought I was going to faint but something happened that awakened my senses.

Burning...I was burning.

Suddenly I felt this odd burning sensation at first then immense pain rang through my entire body and I fell to the ground screaming. Tears gushed on my face as I squirm and howl from pain. Every second felt like hell. Drool and tears then began mixing on my face. It was pain that transcended everything I physicaly felt before and it was more than I could bear. It made me lose my mind.

Just after a couple of minutes I was no longer able to scream, I was silent. My body had submitted to fatigue and it could no longer react to the intense stimulus. My body went numb, my head felt heavy and I could hardly breath. I could feel my conciousness fading by the minute. I knew fainting was imminent.

Near the last moments of my conciousness I saw him, the man with the strange knife. He was  already standing a few meters from me and was staring down with cold dead eyes. I knew that those were the gleamless eyes of a killer and it got me thinking that this maybe the end of the line for me.

My life was short and miserable but at the least I got my revenge.

Lying on the cold ground I knew that man could easily kill me, helpless as I am. He was holding his knife as he approaches but somehow I felt comfortable, those heavy emotions were gone and I resigned to my fate. I closed my eyes and rested my head on the rough concrete.

I let out a dismal sigh and smiled bitterly. I looked up and saw that man, he was still walking up to me. He had this serious emotionless look on his face, it reminded me of people on offices. Salary men to be precise. I could tell, to him it was all just work as usual. He wore that same expression four years ago, at the time when he knocked me unconcious.

My sight began losing focus, everything became blurry.

I was approaching my limit, I could feel it. My mind was slowly lingering away. As his dark silhouette shadowed my face, my mind went blank and the lights went out.