‘Twas hate that brought him here.
Something else, something not clear inside his crystal sharp mind kept him from completing his mission. Complete darkness enveloped him, allowing him to explore this interloper within.
Nothing, no one could stop him thus far. Merciless were his actions along this path paved with violent tithings
But here, at his ultimate and final destination, with a definitive end literally within reach, he hesitated. Why?
The power severed. The windows blackened. The pets and children removed silently. He sat back in the kitchen chair he’d brought to the bedroom.
Here before him lay the root cause of a decade of hate and reciprocation. This was an end, a righteous end. This night the culmination of an epoch. He’d done the impossible in surviving and gone fathoms, lifetimes beyond possibility to arrive here tonight.
Huh, that was strange. Felt somewhat like remorse, angst. It brought a smile.
He squeezed his hands fitted tightly within leather gloves. He squeezed them again. The noise was like a sudden thunderstorm racing through a black night.
The seat and seed of his hate awoke just long enough to die. His life ebbed between leather gloves and was gone.
Hatred is never satisfying; merely a means to a deserved end.
iPhone Notes Story
ATL – DFW 03.26.16