I've not wrote in this category for ages…I have missed it so. I got the idea for this while watching Hannibal Rising, it's not really related to it an anyway it just entered my mind.

There's a writing technique used by a certain writer in this see if you can guess who it is in your review I'll reply and let you know if you're right.

As always please review.

Disclaimer

Not mine

"When you stare into the abyss the abyss stares into you."

Friedrich Nietzcche

Sheldon Jeffrey Sands was not a good man. He never played under any false pretences of being so. He could be alluringly charming when the need arose but that was quite different from being a 'good' person.

He wasn't really sure what the components of a good of a good person knew all he knew was they were not possessed by him.

You are a bad boy Sheldon Jeffrey Sands…

So vivid.

El Mariachi claimed he was a good man. The God fearing El, one has to laugh at the irony if that is the correct turn of phrase to use here. Leaning against a wall in the hot sticky Mexican sun considering the finest parts of the English language was not the top of his to do list.

His eyes were running down his face…his eyes were running down his face. They say repetition is a good technique to emphasis a point. How much emphasis is required for one's eyes running down one's? The situation alone is serious enough without any tweaks to make it even more so.

Eyes…blood…hot…sticky…goo

So vivid.

All his life he had been told by various people he would pay for all the wrong doing he had done throughout his life. That had never bothered him after all it was all about restoring the balance to the world.

"…because that is what I do. I restore the balance to this country,"

That was what he'd done the balance had been restored. He could feel the smoke rising from the ground and wafting in from all directions smothering him in his engulfing darkness.

He always was selfish wanted everything for himself. At least he told himself that is what it was. Deep down he knew it was more of a survival trick. He knew not to let anyone too close. Now his 'selfish' ways left him in an abyss of darkness only shared by him.

Sickening tangy metal…screams…gasps…red…sticky…darkness…

So vivid

This was it. There was a limit. Even he Sheldon Jeffrey Sands had limits. There was only so much payback a person could take before there was nothing to payback. It was impossible to make anymore paybacks when you had nothing to payback with.

Sheldon Jeffery Sands had reached that level. There was nothing else he could take. He had been pushed as far as he could go, stripped of all sense of being and charisma.

"I throw shapes…I set them up and watch them fall.

He couldn't watch them fall anymore. He couldn't watch or see anything anymore. He didn't think he was dependant on anything. It terrified him to learn just how dependant he was on his sight.

So vivid.

"…are you ok?"

"I don't know…"

He didn't know if he was going to be ok. All he knew was he had made all the payback he could. Things could not get any worse. Of course he also know that meant things could get no better either.

In an ironic sense that realisation alone restored a further sense of confidence in him. It was balanced, a balance he had restored.

"I'm just walking my beat friend…"

So vivid.