Chapter 5: Two wrongs don't make a right

once the post was written I posted it and calculated for the meeting to be around my contract completion date and planned it to where the person who ordered my contract to be an exampled threat of what would happen if they tried to juke me. once that was taken care of I figured I would take a shower and get ready for what was to come. As I showered I thought back to my past and the shit I went through growing up and the lingering sense of fear my father instilled in me. His actions made him a monster to me. He was what others would call abusive but to those of us dealing with him he was a nightmare that was never ending. I recalled one time when I was little it took all I had to keep him from killing us. I swore that day I'd never be weak but how could I ever know I was gifted. they call those like me reapers for two reasons we survive death as long as we have a corporeal form to survive in and two we steal all that we touch including life itself. I realized it's been almost 13 years but another promise I swore was to kill my father and I now would be able too. I made it back to the room I was staying in and moved towards the shower I turned on the hot water and climbed in. I was in the shower under the hot water no more than 30minutes when my head reeled a vision flashed fast across my eyes and before I could truly grasp and watch it my door was being blown in. the two guys that followed me came bursting. they looked angry in a gnomish way with their perspective ears missing. they Immediately opened fire on me. realizing this was no longer a wait and see mission that their orders were changed I let the bullets hit me. as death rolled like darkness over my mind and the world faded to black what felt like minutes to me could very well been hours, I sat right back up. My vision sharpened as did my senses and the surge took me I roared in fury my body temperature rising and my skin feeling stretched tight over my muscles. it felt like so much power like nothing could stop me. as the fire in my veins increased I knew my body temperature dropped till my skin reflected the color of a corpse my eyes black as night. I stood up and ran out the door naked and jumped right off the balcony and felt my skin stretch in a way that looked painful as wings sprouted but felt like being caressed gently across my back. flew after the scent of their excitement on the wind and the sounds of their banter from miles away. I hit the ground in front of the bastards vehicle. I took a look at their faces and heard their screams like a distant drum. they got out the vehicles and started shooting at me. I moved fast their bullets missing like whistling hornets in the air. I grabbed their guns sending them flying. then snapped limbs and sent blood flying across the snow like paint. once I was done I then proceeded to question them they gave lies so I let the volts of static electricity tear through their bodies. it was enough to cause pain but not kill. it took four times before they finally told me my bastard of a father sent them. He told them to follow and if it was deemed I was headed his way or even looked like it to kill me that he's been keeping tabs on me. I roared in fury and slaughtered his lambs like sacrifices. I had considered not killing him in a moments weakness but now I'd make sure he'd watch me kill those he loves then kill him. I took my time getting to the motel and as I looked back now I figure maybe I shouldn't have but I felt at that time needed to get dressed and arm up. once I was dressed in my duster I armed myself with my swords and knives. then I took the skies letting the night shadows envelope me like a gentle blanket. who gave a shit if two wrongs don't make a right because all the wrongs he has ever done would be made right tonight.