The chapter we've all been waiting for! If you think there's too little action, I might put in a bit more.
Chapter 3. Realization
This was the man who had killed his father.
The man he had thought dead all this time.
The realization hit him like a sledgehammer. It drove the air out of his lungs. His eyes bulged, and his jaw dropped. The murderer of his father had gotten clean away with the murder, all because he had survived.
Hate started to build up in Cormac's stomach. Sure, this man was around fifty years older than before, but the features were the same. The same piercing eyes, the same twisted mouth, the same jaw. Cormac was sure this was the driver. He wasn't sure how he had lived, but he decided that he would live not a day longer.
The man finally realized Cormac was there. He looked puzzled, as if he recognized Cormac. Something's familiar about him, thought the man.
"How may I help you?" asked the man, still puzzled. He put down his papers, and squinted through his glasses. Then he saw it. The eyes. Those eyes belonged to... or rather had belonged to......
Cormac made his move. He lunged at the man, curling his fingers into fists. His hate drove him on. He gave blows at terrifying speeds, landing blow after blow with the precision of a surgeon. The man floundered, trying to get hold of something. And suddenly, he gave a triumphant yell. He had a knife, long and thin, in his hand.
Cormac jumped off the manager, as the manager took a swipe at him. He missed, but no by much. He was now grinning like a madman. Cormac recognized it as the very same grin he had worn when he had run over his father.
The enraged man launched himself at Cormac, swiping his knife in the air. Cormac put his arm out to protect himself, and the knife went straight through it. The wielder of the knife yelled madly. But there was no blood. The dead arm flopped to the ground, but a new one was already growing. The man stared at this with horror. Cormac took this chance to smother this man with blow after blow.
The man was forced backwards, and ended up tripping on his desk. He smashed through the window behind him, and went straight through. They were at least twenty floors up, and the man faced certain doom.
The manager screamed a piercing scream as he fell. Cormac watched as he fell, expecting some satisfaction. But he got none. That's the thing with murder for revenge; you never get any satisfaction out of it.
Cormac returned to camp, and he saw Mr. Tall, beckoning him over. Cormac sighed. Mr. Tall obviously had known this would happen.
"Colin, I know you wanted to avenge your father, but killing the one responsible will not help. Nobody will find out you did it, of course, but even then...." Mr. Tall trailed off.
"Whatever you say, Mr. Tall, I will still not regret what I have done" Cormac spoke with a confidence he didn't know he had. He turned and left. He went to his tent, and prepared for the show.
Mr. Tall sighed. It was very rare to hear him sigh, and he only allowed himself one every few days. Cormac was going to become very emotional now, he was sure of it. He was going to have to look even further.......
Guess what Mr. Tall's looking for! Guess via review!