"Is that all you got!?" A grizzled disgruntled man proclaimed. The man was about 62 years old and was a former war veteran, after the war he took place in some illegal activities that normal people with morals and ethics would never even think to attempt. This man though, this man was something else, a different animal, but the same beast. The aged senior looked himself in the mirror.
"You disgust me!?" he uttered.
The veteran then brought out a pistol bringing the barrel right to his temple, he couldn't do this anymore, this life wasn't mean't for him. With the muzzle right on cranium he let out a brief saying.
"Please lord forgive me." He prayed. Our old friend here was never really a religious man, but today it seemed like the right time to ask the God for forgiveness.
"Are you ready to go." A mysterious voice occurred.
"Yes I am!" The old timer said."But I haven't done anything yet!?"
"You didn't have to you've been in a coma since you came from the war and today was the day you died." The voice claimed
The old man looked around, no one was there but he didn't believe it at first.
"This can't be true !" The vet said
"But it in fact is." The voice replied.
A distilled image came throughout the mirror, it was him in funeral casket. The man stood there in disbelief, everything that has happened from all these years was a lie.
This man's name was Frank Castle, war veteran who never came home.