"Time to put you out of your misery. You don't have to run anymore" I muttered to myself, as I spotted my victim running down 72nd street. I arose from the shadows and began to chase my prey into an alleyway. I got him cornered. I can run my blade through his spine right now… I prepare myself by laughing, and said "there's no need to run anymore, I'll protect you." I drew my blade and lunged.
"Watch it, Jane." The man, spoke as he grabbed my arm. "We are on, the same side. Knock it the fuck off." I looked into his eyes… I didn't see fear. I saw revenge, despair, and sorrow. I saw myself. I hesitated for a second and then tried to move my blade. Before I knew it, he twisted my arm to the point of almost breaking and forced me to drop the knife.
"Better quit trying to kill me. If you don't fucking listen to what I have to say…" He picks the knife up off of the ground, "I will take off your mask so you can see clearly as I rip you apart and feed you to the truly deranged."
"Fuck it." I said. "Tell me what you need to, and I won't kill you, I promise."
"First off, we both want Jeff dead. You have lost everything and so have I-"
"HOW THE FUCK DO YOU KNOW IF YOU LOST EVERYTHING? I LOST MY FRIENDS, FAMILY, PERSONA, EVERYTHING!" I exploded.
"I know because back in Massachusetts, I woke up to see the fucker in front of me, and he knocked me out and bound me to a chair. When I came to, he had my pregnant wife bound to the bed… and he slit her throat, after stabbing her in the stomach. That was all the family I had… now, I want him dead more than anything."
Hearing him explain what happened, she couldn't help but feel sorrow, sympathy, and empathy. While I feel only as if I have a possible ally in taking down my nemesis. However, she spoke out.
"I… didn't know. I'm sorry, sir."