• Hello friends, seems we meet again in this screwed up world. Well you haven't missed much, well if you don't count that on time......What? You don't know about it? That's weird I swear you were there. Eh, don't worry about it, let me refresh your simple mind amigo.

    Well as I sat on the beach, the smell of the Gulf Coast blasting me in the face. You'd think the smell of dead fish, salt water, old trash, and probably someones corpse would make me hate this place. Well you're wrong. This is my life now, a low life, that doesn't mind getting his hands dirty for a while, as long as cash is involved ya know.
    Sorry got sidetracked, where was I........ah yes, the story. So sitting on the beach smoking a Marlboro Red 100, staring into the sunset as I hear someone approaching.
    It's my good friend Evo. We've been friends since I could remember, she couldn't do one thing to make me mad. Even though I'm sure I've done things to hurt her, and my image in her eyes. But no matter what, I've always been that big oaf she could rely on.
    "What are you doing idiot?"
    "Huh?" I say, even though I heard her perfectly.
    "Wow, you're going deaf now? Great." she giggles, it makes me blush for some reason. "Haha, what a dork dude."
    "Shut uuuuup," I say with a groan, "anyways what's up love?"
    "Someone's here to see you," she points to the pier, "says he's an old friend."
    I can tell from here this is trouble, only time this dude ever is around, is when another person from past has a problem, specifically one that takes place six feet under. "Thanks, I'll handle it."
    "Okie dokie dumnut."
    Evo walks away, the Grim Reaper of the third coast approaches. "Munky, can we talk."
    "What is this time Grim? Who just got added to the list?"
    "Well man, this may catch you by surprise, but it's your mom."
    "Haha, quit screwing around, she died 3 years ago man, along with the fat slob she called a man."
    "That's where you're incorrect. You might want to take a look at this." He hands me a small book.
    I look inside to find pictures of a womans mutilated body. Not just a womans body, no, but my Moms body. It laid in 5 pieces with a bandana tied to each limb.
    "Okay dude, you better quit playing," I clench my fists tight, "this isn't possible, not one bit."
    "Sir, I'm as baffled as you. Seeing someone perfectly mimc you're signature kill lay out is rare. Most cases you cause, go straight to InterPol. This, well this was hidden in a computer located in a abandon building's basement."
    The nerve, someone's been watching me, learning my moves, learning my kills, pulling off a lie, and messing with my life. But who, who could it be.
    I hear a whistling. Grim grabs me and throws me to the ground just as a RPG goes flying overhead.
    I roll over to see where it came from. "NO!"
    It's Evo, the only person I trusted, loved, and adored. Hung now from a barbwire noose, as my step dad stood next to her.
    It was him, it has to be. I knew something wasn't right when I noticed the ambulance never went to my house 3 years ago. He escaped. Just in the nick of time it seems though, seeing that one arm was blackened by heat.
    "I found you, you little demon. Now you die, just like you failed to do to me. Good bye Munky, hope to see you in hell."
    He shoots a second RPG straight at me, there's no dodging it. I lay as the RPG smashes into the pier next to me blowing me away. This is the life I chose, I rose, and now I killed it, like a rose........................................................end