Blood stained the full moon hanging high in the night sky red. Tonight, the air was cold as ice, and the moon was accompanied by no stars. The biting wind lifted the hem of my black trench coat, while my gaunt face appeared and disappeared amid my hair blowing in the wind.
Tonight, blades flash in the bloodied shadows! Blood debts will be repaid in blood!
I brushed aside the hair in my way and bowed my head to light a cigarette, paying tribute to the family I'd lost. Then I would show my enemies what true hell looked like…
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Watch the living brain-dead author! Finally saw one alive! Organize a tour group to visit NC. Sign up first! Occupy the front row and watch closely!