Total pages in book: 62
Estimated words: 57240 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 286(@200wpm)___ 229(@250wpm)___ 191(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 57240 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 286(@200wpm)___ 229(@250wpm)___ 191(@300wpm)
I paid close attention to every minute detail as I perused the words written on paper. I made sure to go over it all at least twice before moving on to the next.
I was more patient than was my norm. Part of that could be because I was working alone; part of it was because this was personal.
The reporter’s words played through my head as I worked. Savage. I earned the name honestly. To some I’m a fucking beast. I really don’t give a fuck what ‘some’ think.
I care only about the thirst for justice that burns beneath my skin like an army of ants, never letting me forget. In the beginning, when this first started, I wasn’t worried about losing myself, about forever erasing any semblance of decency that had been left in me from before.
I didn’t care one way or the other; all I wanted was their blood on my hands. But once the red haze had cleared a bit that changed. I remembered there was something out there I had to live for.
I couldn’t think about her now though. That was for later. It was the only thing that kept me from going all the way over the edge, that kept that little part of what was still human alive in me.
If I lose that, if I lose myself completely, I’m almost afraid of what would happen, what would become of me. But the promise I’ve made myself to have her back with me no matter what, that’s what keeps the little sliver of humanity alive.
Those who knew me well has sensed the difference, but I’m absolutely sure none of them would ever consider, could ever imagine what it is that I have truly become.
They believe that it’s the grief and the harsh reality of my loss that has made the changes they now see in me. I’m more than happy to let them go on believing that. It suits my purposes very well, since I have no intentions on paying the price for what I have done, what I have been forced to do.
Was it a sign of how deeply I’d climbed into darkness that I no longer saw them? The ones I’ve destroyed? When it was all said and done, could I really go back to being completely human again, or will I carry the stink of their fear and death with me for the rest of my life?
Fuck no, when this is all over I’m going to put it behind me and move on. Salvage what was left of my life while those fuckers rot on a spit in hell.
Savage. It’s not the name my mama gave me when I came into this world, it’s the one that man chose for me when they backed me into a corner and I came out swinging. The one, that was on the tongues of half the city. But I wasn’t interested in infamy I had no real interest in anything these, days, well except…
Not tonight Nick. I pushed thoughts of her to the back of my mind once again as I plodded through the mountain of paperwork I had collected on my next target.
I studied his face and imagined the look in his eyes when he realized it was all over. Just before he drew his last breath. Just before he realized his life was a waste and it had all been for nothing.
I guess I wasn’t altogether gone, since I felt just the slightest pang of…something. But that too I squashed and put out of my mind. I can no longer think like a cop, not when it comes to this.
The once stalwart cop who lived by the book of the law was no more. In his place was a very determined father who sought to avenge the blood of his son. Innocent blood.
I used to be cool, calm, some said approachable. I was one of those keep your head down and do you types. I never fucked with a motherfucker who didn’t fuck with me, and that shit was rare since I minded my own.
I did the job, but kept a low profile no matter how fast I climbed the ranks. I was in love with the job back then. A believer in all the shit you think the law stands for before you become a cog in that very big wheel.
And because I believed, I did my best and it showed. The right people took notice and I excelled in my chosen field, making a name for myself in the department.
I wasn’t there for accolades, my job was to clean up the streets and make them safer for everyone. I’d gained the reputation of a quiet do-gooder. The soft-spoken lieutenant with a heart of gold; even criminals liked me.
I guess that’s why they thought they could get away with it. Get away with pulling the tiger’s tail. They shoulda left this particular beast asleep. Now they can reap what the fuck they sowed.