Prologue:
It was a raining summer night. The temperature was maybe about 54 degrees. The time? Possibly 1:37PM. I heard screaming that woke me up from my sweaty slumber. My eyes snapped opened. 'That voice sounds familiar,' I thought, calmly. As I ran to the front door, my sweaty, dirty feet hit the hardwood floor. As I neared the door, a sound echoed as if someone was molesting someone, and that someone was my father. "Mmmhmmm." It was a chilling Russian laugh, that sent shivers down my rusty spine. As I was turning the doorknob, a loud thunder crackled. BOOSH BALLEN CREEEEEE! I swung the door open and saw what appeared to be my father laying on THE MUDDY FLOOR! I ran to him, cupping his big head in my arms. "It was him..." Hammie said, barely a whisper. "Who? Tell me! SPIT IT OUT!" I screamed, my saliva drenching his face; poisoning him. Hammie raised a shaking finger, my eyes sleep deprived, strained eyes followed to where he was pointing. I saw him. A large, buff Russian silhouette walking away, and as he did, he flicked a cigarette to the wet, grassy ground. "Mmmhmmm." THERE IT WAS AGAIN! THAT LAUGH! I'll never forget it. I glanced at my father, one last time. I saw what appeared to be semen on him. That's when he took his last breath; choking on the semen. I watched and did nothing. I vowed revenge.