It Had Been 3 Years
By Classique 3 Comments
A man awakens to the company of his beautiful wife and daughter by his bedside in an Emerald City hospital. They look distraught, but the wife is quick to bring a letter to his attention.
Dear Mr. Jordan
You’ve really f*cked up this time my little baby boy. You’ll probably have a hard time remembering me, but I can’t forget about you and that’s why I’ve been touching myself every day since our encounter. Lol
You see, it’s been about three years since I’ve had to get my hands dirty and now that you and all of your crooked cop buddies have decided to run off with my money, every day I get to wake up, grab all of my favorite toys and go to town on each of you.
Mr. Jordan, despite what you may have heard about me or-- how things might appear at the very moment-- I really try to be reasonable guy. So I left you most of your top jaw, most of your fingers and one of your eyes.
You probably should have bought a wheelchair with my money before I knocked on your door that night. If you know what mean…
I tried to change
Got married. Even had a kid. Her eyes were an everlasting shade of green just like your daughter’s. Every penny you spent came out of the wallet I did honest work to earn. I didn’t beat my wife like you did or treat my princess like you handled yours, but I’m sure you’ve still been having much better times than I have… You taught me that nice guys really do finish last, so now I’m putting crazy behind the wheel.
I tried not to take things so personal
When I got my hand on the first group of you, I just shot them all quickly. Then, I found a another one strung out in Gothic City, so I diced her with my blade quick and easy as well. But after I found out about how your ka-tet orchestrated my family’s murder, well… I headed towards you… and I guess I lost it somewhere under the moonlight. Romantic right? Like I found my true better half and together we paint walls in blood.
All I have left is my work and money now
My work is my life, and I'm just so so so funny about my work... You understand right?
So here you are (or at least most of you), and there’s your daughter and your wife by your bedside. And where am I you ask? Well, I’m a shapeshifter. And mercy suits me like white after labor day, so all I can tell you is collateral damage is a bitch and one of the faces you're looking at by your side is definitely not the one you’ve come to love.
Tonight I’m going to murder you. Spoilers
Tomorrow I’m going to another city. Revenge again
And after that, I’m probably just going to let crazy do crazy again
Sincerely,
Classique
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