Joseph drove up to a fairly nice house, owned by a celebrity. The gate was guarded, but only by a 17- foot high gate and three guards. Joseph stopped in front of the three guards. One walked to the side, trying to look through the window. Suddenly, bullets flew through the windshield, killing the other two guards, and one blasted through the door into the leg of the last one.
Joseph grabbed the security guards and loaded the two dead in the back and the live one in the driver seat. He put the keys in the ignition and grabbed the guard's shotgun. "Park it for me, now." Joseph put the gun to the man's head. The ignition sounded, and a spark went off in the gas tank. The car imploded and Joseph still stood with the gun, smiling as he walked through the bent gate.
John was packing his clothes to run when suddenly his door flew open and a black bird attacked him, putting him in his chair. Then before his eyes the crow disappeared into a human, one he remembered well… "My god!" John groaned as Joseph placed his boot heal on John's chest. "Hello Johnny-boy." The man laughed. "Joseph? I watched you die…" John was in horror.
Joseph turned and grabbed his shotgun from the door. "Yes, and now I will watch you follow." Joseph turned and placed the gun to John's chest. "NO!" John screamed, pleading. "You're pathetic. Here, confession time." A tape recorder was tossed on the desk.
"What do you wish for?" John asked. "Confess that you and your pals raped and killed Alexandra." Joseph growled as he slid the grip back and forward, cocking the shotgun and staring down the sights. John grabbed it and pressed the record button. "Me and the New York S.W.A.T raped and killed Alexandra Glasson." Then he handed it to Joseph.
"Good man. Now, window." John walked to a full wall window, sighing. Joseph stabbed the shotgun through John's spine, and a memory came to him:
"John Johnson was going to be paid through the nose just to fuck an unwilling girl, then frame her husband. It was too good to be true, but it was happening. He shredded the woman's clothing off and proceeded to take care of his needs. He liked watching the bitch scream, but her tears were better. 'What a fucking whore.' He said laughing."
Joseph was in shock. "YOU ASSHOLE!" He pulled the trigger and the buckshot shredded through John and the window, then John fell forward through the glass, that stupid grin on his face all the time.
Joseph, in anger, grabbed a shard of glass and walked to the still gasping John. "You won't die smiling." He carved a frown down John's cheeks, grinning as he stood and kicked the man, before he walked away with his bird.
