He hadn't expected this to happen, He should be dead or in prison. He's never given it a moments thought or consideration. Never allowing himself to hope, to dream. He's lived on anger, hate and revenge. They have fueled his movements every day. Given him the strength to wade through his grief and aching loss. Now they are gone, expunged by a knife and seeping blood - a righteous kill. Now all he finds is an empty shell, all other feelings locked away behind a door now stiff and rusty. He's unable to open it, he doesn't know how. But someone does.