Prologue
What am I waiting for? This is the opportunity I've been waiting for… for the greater part of my life! He's in there; I know he is… but… why am I so hesitant? I thought that, if I were to ever get this chance, I would undoubtedly be ready to annihilate him. He broke me, so shouldn't I break him? Shouldn't I destroy him the way he destroyed them?
On the surface, my expression is cold and steady, but it's like my stomach has a giant knot constricting within me the longer I sit here. I can hear and feel my own heartbeat rapidly pounding, as if the very organ's cavity is inside both of my ears instead of my chest. Is it because I'm nervous… or is my conscience trying to tell me otherwise—that I shouldn't take this matter into my own hands… Maybe it's both.
As I think back to that night, once again, my heart fills with passionate hatred and hostility. If I walk away now, that man will never truly pay for what he did to me… did to them… The act he's so recently committed, I can't even think about without feeling the most ultimate form of disgust… Although, if I fail this task… What will my father and brothers do? What will they think? Now that I think about it, what could they be thinking right now? They have to know I'm missing, by now… I do remember that promise I made, to Near. I want to keep it. I really do, but…
I take a deep breath, as I stand up and begin to walk forward. I'm fully aware of the danger of putting myself in front of this psychotic man, but I don't care. This is a personal, and very possible, suicide mission. A second ago, I had mixed feelings of even doing this, but I'm sure now… and I'm ready to except the consequences of whatever will happen. I'm being selfish, in a way, but I can't help this action. This is for them, too. I can't forget that if I just turn back, they'll all be… No, I would rather die first.
I hope he'll forgive me, for this… I hope they all will.
