He stood their in the rain in his unbuttoned suit talking on his cell phone, "I take by now you know who this is?" he asked.
"Yes I do" replied the man on the other line.
"And you know what im about to do".
"I Know what your about to attempt and im telling you it's pointless".
"Pointless…no, starting your gang was pointless, vengeance is never pointless, only thoughtless".
"Please, stop while you can".
"I'll stop…when your dead" and he hung up the phone and began to walk. The rain poured down even harder. 'My name is Adam, over the past 3 days I have killed 13 men, and before the night is over, the body count will rise even higher, for what they did to him. So all still alive…please stand by…'.
~ 14 DAYS AGO~
'My name is Adam, here I stand before the world, nothing more then the average American. Or so it appears to you anyways' he walked over and now sat in his chair of his run down apartment . 'I'm 27 years old, I've killed 357 people in that time' Adam lit a smoke as he thought about his past. ' When I 7 years old I was nearly beaten to death by 5 teenagers. I lived the next 4 years of my life in fear, till I found one. I saw one of the ones who had destroyed my life, all I had was a small buck knife for protection. But that was all I needed to slice his thought and watch him bleed out. That was the first time I ever killed anyone. His name was Bob Joe. Stupid fucking name if you ask me. At age 11 I was a killer. At age 20 I was an assassin. Not the kind who carried the samurai swords around on there backs, but an assassin of guns, weapons. Anything that could kill I knew how to use,
'My story is a fucked up line of death, I'm always on the move, never stay in one place more then a month. Can't be too careful now. Because anything could happen at anytime…' then his phone rang and he picked it up. "Hello?" he asked dully.
"Adam, you have to get down here".
"Why? What happened?".
"It's James, Adam, he's dead", Adam dropped the phone and sat there in silence for the next several hours.