 
# REVENGE SO SWEET

J. A. Cunningham

Text copyright © 2012 J. A. Cunningham

Revenge So Sweet

EBook First Edition

ISBN: 9781301926329

Cover art: J. A. Cunningham

Cover art copyright © 2012 J. A. Cunningham

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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, brands, media, and incidents are either the product of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously.

# WARNING

Reader discretion is advised. The content of this book is not suitable for young readers.

This book contains strong language, sexual situations and strongly depicts acts of violence and rape.

# ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS

A special thanks to my lovely and intelligent wife, Heather. Thanks for listening as I talked your ear off while writing this book. Through our many discussions, your thoughtful suggestions helped in the creation of this book, along with your editing.

And to the select few who got to read along as the story progressed. Thank you: Anthony Jenkins, Paul Jones, Domonike Trotter and James Mathis II. You're input, criticism and opinions were much appreciated.

Last, but not least. Thanks to all of you who have taken the time to read my book. I hope you all enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it.

# PROLOGUE

Morgan K. Wright, better known as Kane, is an underground cage fighter who couldn't wait for his next fight. Morgan has been moving up the circuit ladder pretty quickly. With the help of his agent, John Swiss, he has finally gotten a chance at the number one contenders fight. It felt to Morgan that this day was never going to come, but now he was finally walking towards the cage.

Morgan stepped into the cage and sized his opponent up. He was taking on Joe Krumbell, aka KO Joe. He wasn't too big, but he was tough and quick. The way he was moving around looked like a wild animal about to pounce on its prey. Morgan threw out a series of shadow punches to warm up while waiting for the bell to ring. Right before the bell rang, Morgan looked over at his wife and she blew him a kiss. She did this at the start of all his matches. Morgan told her that she was his good luck charm. The bell rang and both fighters advanced toward each other. Joe came in quick with a fury of punches, followed by a roundhouse kick. Morgan blocked the punches the best that he could and caught Joe's foot before it connected from the roundhouse. Morgan quickly flung Joe's leg away, causing him to spin. As Joe started to spin, Morgan followed through with a low haymaker to the gut. Joe staggered back and saw Morgan coming at him. Thinking quickly, Joe turned and used the cage as a spring board. Morgan saw him run up the cage and spring off of it. It appeared that he was trying to do a cross body, but Morgan caught him and suplexed him to the mat. He then got up and grabbed Joe's feet. He was going to set him up for a figure four to weaken his legs, but he wasn't quick enough. Joe kicked him in the face and rolled out of his reach. The kick to his face busted Morgan's nose. This made him mad and he took off charging at Joe. Morgan went to deliver a spear as Joe leaped over him. As Morgan came to a sliding halt, Joe jumped up and delivered a modified jumping spin kick to the back of Morgan's head. Morgan took two steps and hit the mat. Joe quickly jumped on him and started delivering blows to Morgan's ribs and face. When the referee saw that Morgan never brought his hands up to defend himself, he made Joe get off of him. The referee checked Morgan, saw that he was definitely knocked out and quickly called the match. Morgan slowly started to get up after he heard the referee say, "The winner by KO, you're soon to be champ, KO Joe."

John got in the ring and helped Morgan up. "What happened, man? I was sure you had that. Do you know what I had to do to get you this match?"

"Ah, come on, John. You knew as well as I did, this was going to be a tough match."

"Yea, your right, buddy. We'll win the next one. At least I didn't have any money on this fight," John said, as he patted Morgan on the back.

John took Morgan into the back room to fix his nose and a couple of other wounds from the fight. Sara, Morgan's wife, had headed to the car. She knew it wouldn't take him long and she didn't want to be in the room when they reset Morgan's nose. After they got him all fixed up, Morgan was ready to go home and soak in the hot tub. Morgan was just about to his car when everything went dark...........

# ~~~~

My hunger for revenge steadily grows stronger as I walk these dark streets all night looking for him. I shall not rest until he has paid the price for taking what was most precious to me. And for those who try to stop me, I will not feel sorry for your demise. You all will fall victim to my wrath. For my hunger will not be satisfied until I have tasted the sweetness of revenge, and his life blood pools at my feet. Then I shall finally rest in peace.

Morgan K. Wright

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# CHAPTER 1

Rick Vanellie was sitting at his desk, counting his recent collection. He could hear heavy footsteps coming down the hallway, when all of a sudden, the office door burst open. It was Jimmy Boy. He looked like he had seen a ghost.

"Um... um... um... Mr. Vanellie, sir, I got some news you might want to hear."

Mr. Vanellie looked up from the stacks of bills with a look of anguish. "Well now, get on with it. I don't have all day. Especially now that I have to start over, since you made me lose count. Like I said, get on with it, Jimmy Boy."

Jimmy Boy gathered his composure. "Remember that fighter we bagged about six months ago? Well, it turns out we didn't get the job done. He has been in a coma since then and it was just on the news that he woke up."

Mr. Vanellie sat there, giving Jimmy Boy a unreadable stare. "You interrupted me for that? Some fool has been in a coma for six months and you're worried? What are the chances he will remember anything? Hell, he's probably half brain dead. Besides, there is no way he ever saw it coming. Therefore, he couldn't have a clue who bagged his ass anyway. Now, get the hell out of my office before I have your ass bagged, and you won't end up in a coma. Now go!"

Jimmy Boy left as quickly as he had arrived. No one wants to be on Mr. Vanellie's bad side. Being the biggest mob boss around, if he had a problem with someone, he had them "taken care of". After leaving the office, Jimmy Boy went to go find Big Grey. He was one of the toughest guys he had ever met, outside of Mr. Vanellie. Big Grey had his share of fights in the cage and he was one hell of a fighter. Mr. Vanellie liked what he had seen Big Grey do in the cages so much that he hired him to be his personal body guard. Jimmy Boy had to tell him, he would want to hear this news.

Jimmy Boy couldn't get over the fact that Mr. Vanellie wasn't the least bit disturbed by the news. He knows that they took the proper precautions so none of them could be identified. But what if just what if they failed? What if the precautions they took weren't good enough?

"Oh fucking lord! What if he does know who bagged him? What if he knows what else we done? Oh fuck!" Jimmy Boy said as he came to a crashing halt.

"Whoa, what the hell is going on here? What's the hurry little Jimmy Boy?"

"Um uh, I uh um"

"Well, spit it out, Jimmy Boy."

It took him a few seconds to realize that he spaced out while running out of Mr. Vanellie's office. He had run right into Zeus, Mr. Vanellie's head hunter.

"Sorry, sir. I just heard some news I thought the boss would like to know about."

"Did you already tell him? If not, you're going the wrong way," Zeus said, cutting him off.

"Well, yes, I did. He told me to hurry up and get out if his office, so I took off running."

"Yea, you ran right into me, you punk ass little bastard."

"Um, sorry about that."

"Yea, yea, yea, sure ya are. Now, you mind telling me what it was you said as you ran into me? I didn't quite hear it all."

As Jimmy Boy told him about the news, Zeus didn't seem too concerned either. He told him that the fighter is probably not feeling so lucky to have survived. As bad as they had worked him over, his life will never be the same.

"Shit, Jimmy Boy! Don't you realize that he will probably have to learn everything all over again? How to talk, hell if he's lucky, how to walk again. Damn, he probably can't even wipe his own ass." Zeus said as he broke out laughing hysterically.

"Well, I'm glad you guys aren't worried about it but I can't help but be nervous. Now, if you don't mind, I need to find Big Grey. Have you seen him?"

"Boy, you are a dumb one if you have to ask that question. There are only three places he could be. If it's not beside the boss, then it's either at the bar or banging some whore. Take your pick."

"Well, I was hoping you might know exactly."

"Good luck, Jimmy Boy. By the way, he ain't going to care about the news either." Zeus gave him a hard pat on the shoulder and walked off, laughing.

Big Grey was sitting at the Main Street Bar having his usual Jack and Coke; light on the Coke, heavy on the Jack. He had been watching this gorgeous blond from across the bar. He was thinking about seeing how many drinks it would take to get her to lose some clothes. It was only sixteen minutes past six o'clock, he had plenty of time to try. Well, at least that's what he thought.

"Excuse me, sir, I need to have a word with you."

Big Grey turned around as an unknown man quickly approached with his hand tightened into a fist.

"And just who the hell might you be, dumb ass?" Big Grey asked as he stood up in front of the man.

The man took a step back. Big Grey was a little bigger than he had expected.

"Well, you going to tell me who you are, or not? Either way, you done made a mistake."

"My name is not important. What is important is that we do have a problem. I saw you with my girlfriend last night. And I came here to tell you that you better stay the hell away from her."

"Is that so? You must be talking about that red head. Yea, she was a good fuck."

"You son of a bitch!" the man said as he delivered a blow to Big Grey's gut.

Big Grey took the blow like it was nothing. Being the boss's personal bodyguard, he kept himself in top notch shape. He is solid muscle, looking like he was chiseled out of stone. Big Grey looked at the man and shook his head.

"Is that all you got? I hope not or this isn't going to be any fun."

Today would be the unknown man's lucky day. Right as Big Grey grabbed the man, Jimmy Boy came running up to him.

"Big Grey, we need to talk. I got some important news you need to hear."

"It better be very important. I was about to make this guy regret waking up today."

"I believe it is. Besides, it doesn't look like he would be much of a challenge for ya," Jimmy Boy said with a chuckle.

Big Grey let the man go and told him if he knew what was best, he would get the hell out of there. If he was still there when he got done talking to Jimmy Boy, he would be lucky to see tomorrow. The guy took off running as soon as he let him go, leaving behind a warm puddle of piss that had run down his leg.

Jimmy Boy had finished filling Big Grey in on the news. To his surprise, Big Grey had already heard about the fighter waking up out of the coma. Even more to his surprise, was to find out that Big Grey had known all along that they didn't get the job done. He continued to tell Jimmy Boy that the reason no one had found out sooner, was because the news reports called him by his name, Morgan K. Wright. Not his fighting name, Kane.

"Jesus Christ! Why did you not tell us this sooner? We could have made sure he never came out of the coma." Jimmy Boy slammed his fist into the table.

"Seriously! You think the boss would have taken the time to deal with him? I know we have contacts that could have gotten to him in the hospital. But come on, what were the chances of him surviving? What are the chances anything is even going to come out of this?" Big Grey was looking at Jimmy Boy, waiting for a reply.

"I don't know. I just have a bad feeling about this."

"Come on now. Even if something were to come up, you know damn good and well that we would take care of it. For good this time."

"Well, yea, I know we would take care of it. It's just that this has never happened before. We normally don't have anyone survive a bagging."

"Come on now, Jimmy Boy, have a few drinks and relax." Big Grey said as he motioned for the waitress.

"You know, Big Grey, you're probably right. I should just relax."

When the waitress arrived, Big Grey ordered another Jack and Coke and Jimmy Boy got whatever beer they had on tap. The two of them shot the shit and had a few more drinks. Jimmy Boy hadn't felt this relaxed since he heard the news. He was actually starting to have fun again.

"Tell me something, Big Grey." Jimmy Boy was looking at him with a very serious look.

"Yea, what is it?"

"Should we tell the twins?"

Big Grey looked at Jimmy Boy and started to laugh.

"What? What's so funny?"

"I was hoping you were done with all that. But to answer your question, no, we don't need to tell the others."

"I just thought that maybe the twins would like to hear the news."

"Come on, Jimmy Boy, let it go already. Besides, they probably don't even remember bagging Kane," Big Grey had paused for a minute. "You know what you need?"

"No, what's that?" Jimmy Boy looked confused.

"You need to get a couple of hot ass whores, take them home and fuck them until you're raw. Yea, that's what you need. Then you'll forget all about this."

"Well, I don't know if that will work but it sure does sound like fun. I might just have to do that."

They finished off their drinks and called it a night.

# CHAPTER 2

Morgan was laying in his hospital bed, wondering if today would be the day they let him go home. It had only been two days since he had awakened from his coma. Since his awakening, he has seen about ten different doctors. He has also had numerous tests run on him. If he had to be hooked up to one more machine he was going to scream. All he wanted was to see his wife, Sara, and finally be home. It was really pissing him off that no one seemed to know why his wife has not come to visit. He knows Sara would have been by his side the entire time. Why the hell was she not here when he woke up? It seemed all that everyone was concerned with was his miraculous recovery. They kept telling him that he was a living miracle. When they explained to him what damage had been done, he had to admit, even he was amazed. To hear that your entire face and half your skull had to be rebuilt, your brain had swelled so bad that they had a hard time rebuilding your skull. And on top of that, numerous broken bones, almost every rib broken, all your fingers broken and the list goes on. Not to mention all the internal injuries and bleeding. "I should have been dead," he admitted to himself. The doctors were also concerned with the fact that ever since he came out of the coma, he has not slept. They have tried various sleeping pills, all of which had no success. Morgan understood their concerns, but he looked and felt fine. All he wanted to do was go home and see his wife.

Morgan was standing in the bathroom of his hospital room, admiring his physic in the mirror. After all the damage his body had done to it, and laying in a coma for six months, he was still in top notch shape. You would never know anything had ever happened to him.

"Damn, man! I think I've actually gotten more defined just laying around in this hospital. Can't wait until I see Sara, she will be able to tell if I have. After all, she knows my body better than I do."

Morgan continued admiring himself and looking for all the scars. If he had to have multiple surgeries, where are all the scars? He heard the creaking of the door and quickly threw on his hospital gown to go see who it was. Morgan was hoping to see Sara, but it was Dr. Wrallings.

"Good morning, Mr. Wright. How did you sleep last night?"

Morgan looked at the doctor and shook his head.

"What's the matter, Mr. Wright?"

"You know doc, I have already answered that question twice today. I am getting tired of having to repeat myself to all you damn white coats. Don't you guys ever read each other's reports? And stop calling me Mr. Wright. Just call me Morgan."

Dr. Wrallings was thinking he would get a response like that. The doctors knew Morgan was getting tired of answering all their questions. It was protocol that each doctor ask the same questions, just to make sure he's telling them the truth.

"Yes, Mr. Wright, I mean Morgan, we do read each other's reports. It's just protocol, that's all. I see that these last sleeping pills didn't work either."

"No, they did not, but I am feeling full of energy and ready to get out of here." Morgan paused and looked the doctor square in the eyes. "Now, you going to tell me when I get to leave or not?"

Dr. Wrallings looked at Morgan and took a deep breath. "Well, you see, Morgan, the thing is that you are quite a mystery to us. We would love to let you go home but we would also like to learn exactly how you have made such a rapid recovery. There is nothing else to call it but a miracle."

Morgan just stood there, staring down the doctor. He was thinking to himself how this was just a bunch of bull shit. Even though he agreed that it was a miracle, he still didn't understand why he couldn't go home.

"Morgan!" Dr. Wrallings said as he waved his hand in front of Morgan, "Is everything alright?"

"No, everything is not alright. I want to see my wife," Morgan said to the doctor with a very serious look on his face.

Dr. Wrallings took a big swallow. He didn't know how to reply. He knew if he told him about his wife, Morgan would probably lay him out. He really didn't want to be the one to tell him.

Morgan noticed the doctor take a big swallow. "What is it doc? You obviously know something. You look a little nervous."

"Well, you see, Mr. Wright, I'm sorry, Morgan. It's just that..." Dr. Wrallings started to say.

'Dr. Wrallings to the ER, Dr. Wrallings to the ER.'

"I'm sorry, Morgan. We will continue our little chat later." The doctor quickly turned and left before Morgan could say anything.

Morgan had been sitting around in his room waiting to see another doctor, for what seemed to be an eternity. Several nurses had been in to check on him throughout the day. All but one seemed to ignore his questions. Clair was the only one who had responded about him going home and about his wife. She had told him that they were probably going to keep him one more night, just to see if he could finally get some sleep. As for his wife, Clair said that they are trying to get ahold of her, that's all she knows. Morgan did not believe the part about trying to get ahold of his wife. There is no way it would be that hard.

As time went on, Morgan had looked himself over again. It was amazing that there was no sign of any type of scar or injury. On top of that, there was no question now that he was more muscular. Maybe even more muscular than earlier that day. He couldn't wait to get to his gym to see if he was stronger, too. As he sat on the side of his bed continuing to look himself over, out of nowhere, a vision came to him. He could see a man of a skinny build about average height, kicking a man lying on the ground. Morgan was puzzled by this image. As he tried to focus on it to figure out what it meant, the vision started to become clearer. He could make out the guy being kicked as himself. As he focused even more, he could tell there was a black bag over his head.

"Jesus fucking Christ," Morgan yelled as he fell back on the bed. "Am I seeing what happened to me? This is just plain fucked up!"

Morgan wanted to try and focus on the image again, but he got interrupted by a visitor. It was his agent, John Swiss.

"Good morning, sleeping beauty." John said with a grin. "How ya feeling?"

Morgan cracked a slight smile. He was glad to finally see someone familiar.

"Oh, how glad I am to see you, John. These doctors are driving me insane. I just want to get the hell out of here. I mean, look at me, I am feeling great and looking awesome."

"Yea, you are looking amazing. I can't believe the recovery you have made." John was walking around him looking him up and down. "The doctors are right, you are a miracle."

Morgan just shook his head.

"What, man, you know it's true. You can't deny it."

"You're right, I can't. But Jesus Christ, let me go home already."

John could tell by the expression on Morgan's face that he was quite fed up with being jerked around by the doctors. He could also tell there was more bothering him. John already knew what it was. The doctors told him that Morgan keeps asking for his wife. No one wanted to be the one to break the news to him. John didn't either but someone had to.

John stepped toward him and put a hand on his shoulder. "Tell you what, Morgan, let me see if I can't persuade the doctors to let you go."

"Good luck. I think they want to keep me here as some sort of science experiment or something."

"Ha, ha, I don't think so. If you had seen what you looked like when you came in here, you would understand their concerns. But if they do want to keep you as an experiment, well, you know how persuasive I can be. I will change their minds."

"Well, hopefully you can, or I am going to find another way out of here."

John could tell by the look on Morgan's face that he was being serious. And he knows Morgan well enough to know that he would find a way out of this hospital.

While he waited for John to return, Morgan tried to re-focus on the vision he had earlier. As he sat there trying to focus, he kept thinking about what John had said. 'If you had seen what you looked like when you came in here.' This got Morgan wondering. How bad did he look when they brought him in? The doctors had explained his injuries to him, but he had never thought about what he looked like. When did this all take place? The more he thought about it, the more he realized he couldn't remember anything. Morgan had been so focused on seeing his wife and getting out of the hospital, he never thought about how he got there in the first place. All of a sudden, a vision popped up. He could see his car. As he saw himself walking to the car, everything went dark. Next, he could hear what sounded like a lead pipe or baseball bat cracking the back of his skull followed by the thud of his body hitting the pavement. It was like he could feel everything that happened next. It felt like constant blows to his body and head with either some type of weapon or fist and feet. He could tell that the blow to his head had knocked him out, and whoever was beating him was doing it unfairly. He never had a chance to fight back. This got Morgan's blood boiling. He wanted to fight back but this was only a vision. He could do nothing.

"Hey Morgan, Morgan, hey you alright?" John had walked in and saw Morgan sitting on the bed. He looked pissed, veins popping out and muscles all tensed. The look on his face was one of pure anger.

"Uh, yeah, I'm alright, I was just thinking about something." Morgan looked at John and tried to calm down.

"Are you sure? You looked pretty pissed off."

Morgan didn't want to tell anyone about the visions he was having. They would think he was going crazy and keep him even longer.

"You know, John, I am not alright! I want to see my wife. Where the fuck is she? Why won't any of these dumb asses get her for me? And I want to get the hell out of here. It feels like I'm in a fucking prison. I'm about to break out of this damn place." Morgan gave John an evil glare. "Now, I hope you have some good news for me or you're gonna be on the dumb ass list yourself."

John didn't know if he was kidding on that last part. But he could tell Morgan was being serious about the rest. He was still glad that he did have some good news to tell him. So for now, he won't be on the dumb ass list.

"First off, Morgan, you need to calm down or what I'm about to tell you might change."

"Fine, I will try to calm down but this better be good news." The look on Morgan's face did look calmer.

John waited a few moments to make sure Morgan had calmed down. "Alright, now that you are calm, I will tell you. After talking to the doctors, and it did take some persuading, they have agreed to let you go home. You will have to sign an early release form stating you won't hold the hospital responsible if your condition changes. I told them you would have no problem with that." John let out a sigh of relief. Morgan actually had a slight smile on his face.

Morgan stepped toward John and patted him on the back. "Well, well, well, Mr. Smooth-talker came through once again. When did they say I get to leave?"

John looked at Morgan with a smirk. "As soon as I go get you some clothes. They don't want you taking their hospital clothes home."

"Clothes? They call these clothes? These are more like paper pajamas." Morgan let out a laugh. That was the first time he had laughed since he woke up.

John let out a laugh as well, he was glad Morgan wasn't pissed any more. "That is true, my friend. I'm going to go get you some clothes so we can get you out of here. Shouldn't take me more than a couple of hours."

"Hey, can you do me a favor? Bring Sara back with you, will ya?"

"Sure will, buddy." John replied without thinking.

John arrived back at the hospital with Morgan's clothes. While making the trip to his room, John was trying to figure out how to tell him about Sara. He was regretting not thinking before he answered Morgan earlier. After entering his room, Morgan's first words were 'Where is Sara?' John had to think quickly and just told him that something had come up and she couldn't make it. Morgan was confused by this. He was too important to her for something to "come up" causing her to not be able to make it. He had to put that aside for now. Morgan hurried up and changed so that he could sign the release form, and finally get out of that damn hospital.

After they got in John's car, Morgan reached over and grabbed John by his shirt collar, drawing him in almost nose to nose. "Now listen up, buddy. I am fucking fed up with everyone giving me the run around about my wife. I know that nothing would keep her from seeing me. Now tell me what is going on and take me to her right fucking now!"

Morgan released John and could see the fear in his eyes. John took a moment to gather himself. He thought Morgan was about to rip his head off or something.

"Ok, I will tell you about Sara but you have to promise not to lay another hand on me or I won't take you to her. And remember, I had nothing to do with this." John was trying not to cry. He was scared to death. He didn't want to be the one to tell Morgan.

"Fine, it's a deal. Now tell me!"

John took a deep breath. "She's... She's dead, Morgan. They killed her. They fucking killed her, Morgan." John couldn't hold back anymore. He burst out crying.

Morgan was furious. He went into a rage and started punching the dash and windows. After putting several holes in the dash, breaking out the passenger window and shattering the front windshield, he looked at John. He was still crying and covering his head with his arms for protection from Morgan's rage.

"Who are the god damn sons of bitches that killed her? They are all going to fucking die. Every last one of them!"

John looked up at Morgan, "I don't know. No one knows."

"Jesus fucking Christ. Who would have done that? Who? Take me to her. I'm assuming she already been buried, so take me to her grave." Morgan was fighting back his own tears now.

"Yea, she has been buried because we didn't think you would come out of your coma. I will take you to her grave." John started the car and pulled away, hoping he didn't get pulled over for the shattered windshield.

"You know, John, I'm going to find out who killed Sara. When I do, I am going to kill every last one of the mother fuckers. They are going to wish that I had never come out of that fucking coma." Morgan put one more hole in the dash as he started crying. Sara was the love of his life. She meant everything to him.

# CHAPTER 3

Morgan was sitting at home thinking about what happened when John had taken him to see Sara's grave. As he approached her grave, a feeling washed over him. He couldn't really explain the feeling, but thought maybe he was getting ill or something. Morgan had went back to John's car and asked if he would take him home. Shortly after leaving the cemetery, the feeling went away. While sitting at home pondering about it, he wondered if it might have been something similar to the visions he had at the hospital. Maybe if he returned to Sara's grave he could find out who had done this to her. All he could get out of John was that whoever killed Sara was also responsible for what had happened to him.

While he had been sitting there, he happened to look down at his hands. He hadn't really thought about it, but the pain from the wounds he got when destroying John's dash and windows had completely gone away. When he looked his hands over, they were almost completely healed. "What the hell is going on?" Morgan was really thrown by this. "You know, now that I think about it, the damage I did to the car came with such ease. And now, healing like some sort of superhero or something. I'm starting to really like this shit, whatever it is." Morgan let out a laugh and started flexing. "Oh, hell yea. Those mother fuckers are going to pay with their lives."

Morgan's phone started ringing. As he walked over to answer it, he was wondering who it could be. He figured it was John checking up on him. No one else knew he was home.

"Jesus Christ, buddy! It has only been a couple of hours since you dropped me off. What's up?" Morgan didn't look at the caller ID when he answered the phone.

"Um, excuse me!" A woman's voice said on the other end.

Morgan pulled the phone away and looked at the caller ID. It was Krystal, Sara's best friend. "Oh shit, girl, I'm sorry! I thought you were John. What's up?"

"I was just checking in on you. How are you doing?"

"Well, I'm doing as good as I can be. I mean, how is someone supposed to be doing after waking up from a coma and learning their wife has been murdered?"

Krystal was silent for a moment, she didn't know how to reply to that. "Morgan, I know it is hard right now but you must always look at the bright side. You did wake up, so you must have an angel watching over you. It might even be Sara," Krystal stopped to dry up her tears.

"Don't start crying on me, you're going to get me started too," Morgan took a deep breath to hold back his tears. He really missed Sara. "Hey, Krystal, how did you know I was home?"

"I talked to John. He said that he dropped you off a couple of hours ago. When he said you weren't feeling well, I thought I would call to see how you are doing."

"Yea, I figured John told ya. You guys have always been real close. Well, I'm going to get off now. I have some business I need to take care of."

"Before you go, can you meet me tomorrow night at The Diner? I have something I need to tell you." Krystal sounded desperate.

"Ok, I will meet you around six thirty. I've got to go now. Bye."

"Ok, see you then. Take care of yourself. Bye." Krystal hung up and took a deep breath to calm her nerves. She doesn't know how Morgan will take the news she has for him.

After getting off the phone, Morgan hopped on his motorcycle and headed to Sara's grave. He wanted to see if the feeling came over him again. He parked his bike as close as he could and walked the rest of the way. He got about thirty feet from it when the feeling returned. Morgan kept walking forward, and the feeling kept getting stronger. When he finally got to her grave, the feeling was very intense. He started to take slow deep breaths to relax. As he embraced the feeling, it became more like a comforting warmth throughout his body. Morgan knelt down to Sara's head stone and gave it a kiss. Right as he kissed it, an overwhelming sensation shot through his body. Then he heard her speak.

"Morgan, my love"

"Sa... Sa... Sara, Is that really you?" Morgan couldn't believe he was hearing her. Tears started building up in his eyes.

"Yes, my love, it is me." Her voice was soft and sweet.

"Oh, how glad I am to hear your voice Sara. If only I could hold you in my arms. None of this is making sense to me. I wish I could wake up and find it was all a bad dream." The tears were rolling down his cheeks now. He didn't understand how but he knew he was talking to her spirit.

"Listen, my love, I know you will do what needs to be done. Remember that promise you made me? Remember you swore on the bible that you would never let any harm fall on me? And that if you should die before me, you would come back from your grave to avenge me. Do you remember that, my love?"

"Yes, I do remember. I never go back on my word and never forget a promise."

"I know you don't. That is one of the many things I have always loved about you. Listen to me, my love. It appears the lord above has given you the opportunity to hold up to your promise."

"Strange things have been happening to me. Like right now, for instance, it's like I'm going crazy. I've been having these visions, and on top of that, I heal really quickly and I'm stronger than I was. I just don't understand what's happening with me."

"Oh, Morgan, my love. I don't know about all that but look at it this way, you have been given a gift. Use it to avenge me, avenge us."

"I will, Sara, I will. That's a promise." Morgan stood up and all the sensations and feelings that ran through his body were gone. "Sara, Sara, are you still there?" Morgan waited but got no reply. However he was able to connect with her, was gone now.

Morgan slowly walked away from Sara's grave hoping the connection would come back. He wanted to know more. Maybe Sara knew who attacked them. He wanted to know what exactly happened to her. How did they kill her? And why? He figured he would ask Krystal when he meets up with her tomorrow. She said she had something to tell him, it has to be related to their attack. He made it to his motorcycle and the connection never returned. No odd feelings came over him either. He sat there on his bike for a couple of minutes then headed home. "I know you can hear me, Sara. I love you more than life itself. All those damn mother fuckers who did this are going to pay with their mother fucking lives."

Krystal was sitting at a table waiting for Morgan to arrive at The Diner. She is a waitress there. Her shift ended at six, so when he had asked about six thirty it worked out perfectly. She was nervous, not knowing how he will take the news she has to tell him. She looked at the clock. It was a quarter past six and she knew he would be arriving soon. He was never late to anything. After glancing at the clock, she looked over at the door to see Morgan walking in. She couldn't believe how good he looked. John had told her about his recovery but it was hard to believe until she actually saw him.

"Well, look at you, stud, just as handsome as always," She told him as she ran up and wrapped her arms around him, giving him a hug.

Morgan returned the hug. "Sure is nice to see you, Krystal."

"Come sit down. We'll order up some dinner, my treat." Krystal pointed to the table by the window.

"I should have known that's where we'd sit," Morgan said with a chuckle. "You never have said why that's your favorite table."

"Well, that's simple. There are two reasons: one being that I like sitting by the window so I can make fun of everyone that walks down the sidewalk. The other being that I lost my virginity on this table." She gave Morgan a cute flirty smile.

"I see, now." Morgan was shaking his head at her.

"What do you want to eat, Morgan? Do you want to see the menu or do you want the usual?"

Morgan looked at Krystal giving her a serious look. "To be honest, I don't really feel like eating. I haven't since a came out of the coma. You can go ahead and order, I just want to talk."

"Oh my. John told me that you haven't slept since you came out of the coma." Krystal reached out and held Morgan's hand in a comforting way. "But he did not say you haven't eaten anything, that's not good. Are you sure you are doing ok?"

"Yes, I am feeling better than I ever have. No one knows about the not eating part. I flushed all the food at the hospital down the toilet. I did try, but just don't want anything. I mean, I do feel hungry just nothing sounds good." Morgan looked at Krystal and gave her half a smile. "So, girl, what was it you sounded so desperate to tell me?"

Krystal cocked her head sideways and gave him a cute little smirk. "Oh, Morgan, you always got to jump right in and go for the gold don't ya? For starters, let me tell you how great you look. It truly is amazing how well you recovered. Did anyone tell you that both of you were dead when the police arrived? It wasn't until they had you at the morgue that they realized your heart started beating again." She pause to wipe away the tears. Talking about it was hard to do.

"That's why Sara mentioned my promise. I must have died first," Morgan said quietly, thinking out loud to himself as he handed Krystal a napkin for her tears.

"What was that?" She asked as she grabbed the napkin. "I didn't hear you."

"Oh, I'm sorry. I want to know what happened to Sara. Do you know what happened?"

"No one told you?" Krystal looked pissed off. "No one told you?! Not even John?"

"No, no one has told me and I want to know."

"Oh lord, looks like I am not going to want to eat after all." Krystal tossed the menu onto the next table." Well, you want to know, so here it goes." She took a deep breath. "What the police reported, was that you and Sara were victims of a bagging. She was the first female to ever be the victim of a bagging, they have always been guys. Not only did they beat her to death, they raped her beforehand." Krystal had to wipe away some more tears, her mascara was starting to run.

"Those mother fucking pieces of shit. I'm..."

"Morgan, there is more." Krystal took another deep breath." They made sure the police couldn't find any evidence on her. When they were done raping her, they cut up the inside of her vagina with a knife, poured some type of accelerant all over her, and then set her on fire. So when the cops arrived, she had already been burnt along with any evidence." Krystal stopped and looked up at Morgan. He was breathing heavy and the look in his eyes was pure evil. "Um, Morgan, do you want me to continue? Are you going to be ok?"

"Yes, I will be fine. I'm really fucking pissed, wouldn't you be? If they burned her, how do the cops know she was raped?"

Krystal banged her fist on the table. "Jesus, Morgan, they cut her vagina up with a knife and lit it on fire. They fucking raped her. Why else would they have done that?"

"Krystal, mark my words, I am going to hunt down every last mother fucker that was involved in this. And when I find them, every last one of them is going to fucking die." Morgan was getting ready to say more when a passerby caught his attention. The man looked familiar. He couldn't place where he knew him from but he felt they had met before. "Krystal, did you see that man that walked by?"

"Yea, I saw him, why?" Krystal looked confused.

"Do you know who he is? He looks familiar." Morgan could tell by the look on her face that she probably didn't know him.

Krystal shook her head. "No, I'm sorry, can't say that I do."

"Huh, I can't place it but somehow I think I know him." Morgan looked confused. As he was getting ready to ask Krystal about her important news, a vision hit him. He could see himself laying on the ground. There was blood all around his body, lots of it. It appeared that most of it was coming from the bag over his head. As he focused on the vision, he could see a man standing over him, laughing. The man started kicking him in the head over and over. This was the same man from the vision at the hospital. When the man was done kicking him in the head and body he knelt down and checked his pulse. He heard him say, "Yea, this fucking bitch is dead." Then the man started laughing again. Morgan heard another man yell, "No fucking shit, Sherlock. He was dead before you started playing with him. Now get your ass over here, Jimmy Boy. We need your lighter." As the man referred to as 'Jimmy Boy' started to walk away, Morgan got a clearer vision of him. It was the man who had just walked by the window.

"Hey, Morgan, Morgan, Morgan." Krystal said trying to get his attention.

Morgan shook his head clearing away the vision. "Yes, Krystal. What?" He was looking at her with weird look.

"Are you ok? You just spaced out." Krystal was looking really concerned.

"To tell you the truth, I'm feeling kind of funny. I think I need to go home and lay down."

Krystal was really worried now. He didn't look like himself. "Do you need me to give you a ride home?"

"No, that's ok, I can get home. I will get with you later." Morgan stood up to leave.

Krystal quickly got out of her chair to stop him before he left. "Morgan, I didn't get to tell you what I wanted to."

Morgan looked her dead in the eyes. "Krystal, I'm sorry, I really need to go. We will get together later. I really want to hear what you have to say, but I have to go."

"Fine, call me later when you're feeling better. You don't look like yourself right now, please be careful. And if you need anything, and I do mean anything, you call me." Krystal gave him a hug and a quick kiss on the cheek. "Please, be careful."

Morgan looked at her and gave her a smile. "Don't worry. I will be fine, trust me." He left the diner and started walking down the sidewalk.

Morgan walked in the direction he thought Jimmy Boy had went. He was trying to figure out how in the hell he was going to find this guy. 'There is,' Morgan thought 'a chance he might have went to the bar a few blocks down. Or maybe he went to the strip joint four blocks away.' "Might as well start with the closest place." Morgan told himself. As he entered the bar, he was glancing around the place looking for Jimmy Boy. He saw a couple of different men who looked like him, but as he got closer to each one, he could tell they weren't. Since he couldn't see him anywhere, Morgan figured he would ask the bartender if he might know of this 'Jimmy Boy'.

The bartender saw Morgan approach the bar and came over. "Good evening, sir. What can I get for ya tonight?"

Morgan looked up at the bartender. "Well, all I'm after is a little information."

"Well, ask away my friend. I'm all full of info." The bartender said with a big grin.

"Alright then, do you know a man named Jimmy Boy?"

"Oh, I see. You want that kind of information. I do know him but I can't tell you anything. I don't know why you're looking for him and I don't want to know. If you want to find him, you're on your own." The bartender looked a little nervous.

Morgan looked at the man and chuckled. "Well then, I guess that answer is acceptable. You are right, you don't know why I'm looking for him. And you obviously don't know who I am so why would you tell me anything about your little buddy Jimmy Boy."

The bartender stepped closer to Morgan. "Look, he most definitely is not my buddy. I don't want any trouble, so my mouth is shut. I can serve you a drink or, if all you're after is Jimmy Boy, you can leave." He crossed his arms and stared at Morgan.

Morgan about busted up laughing at the bartender, standing there with his arms crossed like he was big shit or something. "Fine, I'm not here to cause you any trouble. All I wanted was some information. Since what I seek is not on the menu, I guess I will be leaving."

As Morgan left the bar, he glanced around one last time. There was still no sign of Jimmy Boy. As he headed down the sidewalk Morgan was thinking he might check out the strip joint, maybe he was there. Morgan was about two and a half blocks from the strip joint when a strange tingling sensation spread through his body. "What the hell!" Morgan stopped to see if the feeling would pass. "Come on, what's going on with me now?" The feeling wasn't passing, so he thought he would turn around and go back home. As Morgan turned around he looked down the alley. There was Jimmy Boy, passing under the street light, walking in Morgan's direction. "Oh, hell yea. This is going to be fun." Morgan cracked his knuckles and walked towards Jimmy Boy.

Jimmy Boy had been so busy texting on his phone that he didn't notice Morgan approaching him. "Hey, there. Your name Jimmy Boy?" Morgan asked as he got close to him.

"Depends on who's asking." Jimmy Boy replied as he looked up to see who it was. He froze in place as his eyes grew big in terror. "Oh fucking crap!"

"I'll take that as a yes." Morgan smiled at Jimmy Boy. "What's the matter? You look like you've seen a ghost."

Jimmy Boy was starting to shake. He's not sure what Morgan wants, but he knows it can't be good. "Y... y... y... you're supposed to be dead. I know for a fact that you were dead."

"Well it would appear that I'm not. You must have made a mistake. And now I have some questions for you." Morgan started clenching and unclenching his fists.

Jimmy Boy took a big gulp. "Whatever questions you have I am not going to answer. Even if it kills me." He took a step back from Morgan and pulled out his cellphone.

Morgan swatted the phone from his hands. "This little discussion is between me and you. I want to know who all was involved in the attack on my wife and I, and why?"

"Fuck you, ass hole!" Jimmy Boy yelled as he turned to run.

As Jimmy Boy started to take off, Morgan reached out and grabbed him by the back of his shirt, flinging him into the wall. After hitting the wall and falling to the ground, Jimmy Boy leaped to his feet and jumped to attack Morgan. Morgan caught him in midair and suplexed him to the ground. He quickly grabbed Jimmy Boy by the throat, picked him back up and slammed him into the wall again. This time Jimmy Boy's head cracked against the wall, instantly bleeding. "Come on, Jimmy Boy, tell me what I want to know." Morgan released his grip from around his throat.

"Fuck you! I hope you burn in hell like your wife's pussy did in the street." Jimmy Boy yelled as he spit a mouth full of blood at Morgan.

Morgan didn't ask any more questions. He grabbed Jimmy Boy by the throat again and lifted him up against the wall. "You know what, Jimmy Boy, there will be no mistaking your death. That's a promise." Morgan held him against the wall with one hand on his throat and began delivering blows to his ribs and midsection. Jimmy Boy tried to fight free, but Morgan's grip was too tight and he was starting to fade from suffocation. Jimmy Boy couldn't believe the strength Morgan possessed. It felt like he was fighting superman. Morgan could feel Jimmy Boy's ribs break with every blow he delivered. When Morgan looked up, he saw that blood was now starting to freely flow out of Jimmy Boy's mouth. He release his grip from around his throat and watched as Jimmy Boy tried to stay standing but fell to his hands and knees. Jimmy Boy was trying to breathe but with every breath he tried to take, he coughed up foamy, air filled blood. As Jimmy Boy tried to stand back up, he stumbled backwards, crashing into the wall. Morgan looked at him and started laughing. "Well here we are, Jimmy Boy, looks like you might have a punctured lung or two." Morgan got down close to him and propped his head up so he could look him in the eyes. "Before you die, remember all them kicks you did to my head? I'm going to return the mother fucking favor, bitch." Morgan got up and took a few steps back. He held his hands out like he was lining up his target. Morgan took off running at Jimmy Boy and kicked him square in the head like he was punting a football. Being propped up against the wall, Jimmy Boy's head had nowhere to go. Morgan's foot went through his skull, ripping it apart and smashing his brains against the wall. It felt like kicking a watermelon. Morgan shook the bloody mess off his boot and walked off. He actually felt a little refreshed and his hunger was slightly satisfied. Morgan walked back to The Diner, got on his motorcycle and headed home.

# CHAPTER 4

Mr. Vanellie and Big Grey were staring at the television screen. They couldn't believe what they were hearing on the morning news. "This just in, police are investigating a murder. The victim, police report, is James Gilphred Arthur. They have not released any information on possible suspects at this time. All they are saying, is that this was a very brutal attack, so they are not ruling out the possibility of more than one person involved. We will keep you informed as we hear more on this incident." Big Grey turned and looked at Mr. Vanellie. "Holy fucking shit, boss, that is Jimmy Boy."

Mr. Vanellie stood there shaking his head. "That little bastard was always sticking his nose where it didn't belong. Looks like it finally caught up to him." He sat down behind is desk and started going through his papers.

Big Grey was looking at Mr. Vanellie with a look of confusion. "Boss, this doesn't seem to bother you too much. How can you act like nothing happened? We just lost one of our men." Big Grey stepped towards Mr. Vanellie's desk, placing his hands on it and leaning over to get his attention.

Mr. Vanellie sat back in his chair and threw his hands up in the air. "Fine, it does bother me. I just don't get myself all stressed out over little shit. Before you reply to that, let me explain. Right now, it is basically little shit to me, until we get more info on what happened, that is. There are enough of you guys on the streets, I'm sure someone saw something. And until I hear something that puts the rest of us in jeopardy, I'm not that worried." He leaned in close to Big Grey. "Now, if you don't mind, I have work to do."

Big Grey stood up and started to walk away, quickly turning back around. "Hey boss, what if it is that fighter, Kane?"

Mr. Vanellie busted out laughing. "Come on, not you too. You know as well as I do, that fucking fool probably can't even walk. As hard as Zeus cracked him in the head with that lead pipe, he's lucky if he ain't brain dead. Jimmy Boy probably went sticking his nose where it didn't belong and paid the price."

Big Grey shook his head. "I don't know, you could be right. It's just, what if..."

"Alright, tell you what. Why don't you go round up the troops and we will see if anyone knows anything. But I'm telling you, it wasn't Kane," Mr. Vanellie said, cutting him off.

Big Grey nodded his head in approval. The idea of getting everyone together sounded good. "Alright boss, I think that's a great idea. I will get everyone rounded up." As he left Mr. Vanellie's office, he sent a text message to everyone.

Morgan had been sitting in his recliner all night long, taking in everything that happen the day before. He was also still curious about why he never felt tired. It was even stranger that it felt like he was more energized after taking out Jimmy Boy. Since Morgan had been sitting there for quite some time, he was hoping another vision would come to him. He was hoping, that if he had another vision, it would show him someone else besides Jimmy Boy. He began to get bored just sitting around the house. As he was getting ready to leave, his cell phone rang. He took a quick glance at the screen to see who it was before answering. "Hey, Krystal, what's up?"

"Good morning, Morgan. I was just checking to see how you are doing. You didn't look like yourself when you left The Diner last night. That and you left your motorcycle there. What's up with that? You said you didn't need a ride." Krystal sounded concerned.

"Good morning to you too, Krystal. I left my motorcycle at The Diner because I thought a good walk home might do me some good. And to be honest, it did the trick. I am feeling much better today."

Krystal sounded relieved to hear he was doing better. "Well, if you're feeling up to it, how about getting together again tonight? If you want to, my shift at The Diner ends at seven thirty. We can get together then."

"We can do that. I'm about to take myself a ride, it helps free my mind. I will swing by."

"It's a date then." Krystal sounded excited. She couldn't wait to see Morgan again. "I'll see you then."

Morgan let out a small chuckle. "Alright, see you then." They both hung up at the same time.

Morgan mounted his motorcycle and sat there for a few minutes. He was thinking about his visit to Sara's grave and the fight with Jimmy Boy. Morgan was wandering if he was the one who hit him over the head. As he was trying to picture Jimmy Boy swinging a bat at him, a vision struck.

Morgan saw himself walking to his car. He had parked on the back side of the warehouse. It was barely lit by one dim street light. As he got about twenty feet from his car, someone slipped a black bag over his head. As Morgan saw himself reach up to grab at the bag, a man standing about his height, six foot two, swung a lead pipe, cracking him in the back of the skull. As Morgan's body fell to the ground, the man started clubbing him repeatedly in the head. He then moved on to the rest of Morgan's body. When the man struck his arm, Morgan could tell he had broken it. The man did the same to his other arm and then moved down to his legs. Morgan could hear the man laugh as he broke his ankles and knees. He was hoping to get a good view of the man, but his vision was interrupted when his cell phone rang.

Morgan answered his phone, it was John. "Hey, what's up, John."

"Morgan, old buddy old pal, how's it going?" John sounded slightly excited. "Just wondering how you're doing. Any chance that you might be ready to get back in the ring? If so, I can get you a good fight."

Morgan let out a sigh. "No, John, I am not even thinking about fighting in the ring again. I'm doing fine by the way. Unless you have important news for me, I got to go. I have some business to take care of."

"Sorry, buddy, didn't mean to hit a nerve. I will let you get back to your business. Glad to hear you are doing alright. If you change your mind, give me a call. Talk at you later, buddy." John sounded disappointed.

Morgan didn't get a chance to reply, John had hung up the phone. He was going to try to get the vision back but changed his mind. Morgan started up his motorcycle and hit the road.

Morgan rode for hours. He had taken a trip through the countryside to help free his mind. After enjoying the refreshing ride through the country, he decided it was time to head back to the city. He had agreed to meet Krystal at seven thirty so he wanted to make sure he got back in time. He still had not figured out how he was going to find this new man from his vision. The only thing he got from it, was that the man is the same height and looked to be about the same build. "I hope whatever Krystal is wanting to tell me can help me figure out why this attack happened and who was behind it," he said to himself.

Morgan made it back to the city with plenty of time to spare. He made a couple passes up and down the main streets, hoping to see someone who might stand out to him. He had stopped at the stop sign five blocks from The Diner. While waiting for his turn to go, he watched as a four by four pickup passed in front of him. As Morgan got ready to take off, a vision hit. He could see the man standing over him with the lead pipe raised above his head, getting ready to swing. As the man started to swing, Morgan heard another man yell, "Hey, Zeus, save some for the rest of us, will ya?" Morgan now knew he was after a man named 'Zeus'. As he stepped away from Morgan's body, Zeus yelled, "Yo, you need some help with her?" As Zeus walked away, Morgan was able to see a tattoo on the back of his forearm. The tattoo was of the Italian flag with a skull and cross bones in the middle. The vision faded away after that. "Damn!" Morgan yelled. "I think I'm starting to figure this out. When the vision back at The Diner, showing me what Jimmy Boy looked like and giving me his name, hit, he actually walked by the window. Even though I still don't know what Zeus looks like, I know his name and have a tattoo to go by. Which means he must have either been in that truck or somewhere within my viewing area." Morgan pulled away from the stop sign, heading in the direction of the pickup truck. He didn't have to go far. It was only two blocks away, parked in front of the liquor store. Morgan pulled up, parked his motorcycle behind the truck and headed into the store. He glanced around as he entered. The only people he saw were an old lady and a guy who couldn't have been more than nineteen years old. Being that it was a small store, there was no point in sticking around. He decide to take a walk down the street. There weren't too many people out, so if this 'Zeus' was on the street, he should be easy to identify. Morgan got about two blocks away from the liquor store when he started getting a faint tingling sensation throughout his body. 'You know, this happened when I got close to Jimmy Boy, so I must be getting close to Zeus. Maybe if I'm right, it will get stronger as I get closer,' Morgan thought to himself. He started looking around to see if he could figure out where to go next. He turned to the right and saw an alleyway that went between the back of the stores and the housing district. "Ah, just as good a place to look as any." He said as he headed that way. Morgan was right, as he got closer, the tingling sensation intensified. When he entered the alleyway, there he was. Morgan could tell it was Zeus by the tattoo on his forearm.

Zeus was texting Big Grey, letting him know that he would be a little late for the meeting. They wanted everyone there by seven o'clock and it was now five after. He was on his way to collect a debt for Mr. Vanellie. It was taking him longer than usual to collect because the man he was trying to get the money from had been dodging his calls all day. Zeus had finally gotten fed up and decided to pay him a visit. As he was getting close to the man's house, he heard someone holler at him. "Hey, Zeus!" he turned around as Morgan plowed in to him.

Morgan had taken off running right as he called out Zeus' name. It looked like a perfect football tackle as he collided with him. To Morgan's surprise, Zeus took the impact really well. It only pushed him back a couple feet. Raising his arms up in the air, Zeus brought them down, clubbing Morgan in the back. As Morgan stood up, he delivered a solid punch to Zeus' mid-section, causing him to double over and stumble backward. "What the fuck is wrong with you, bitch?" Zeus said as he straightened back up. "What? The fucking cat got you're...." He froze when he finally saw who it was.

"Your little buddy Jimmy Boy had the same look on his face." Morgan was standing in a fighting stance waiting for Zeus to make a move.

Zeus slowly started walking towards Morgan. "Well, well, well, look who it is. Let me be the first to congratulate you. First off, awesome job on the recovery. I must say, you look simply amazing, you really do. I can't even see where I split your head open. Second off, great job taking out the weakest member of the group. Yea, great job with that. I bet you didn't even break a sweat." He paused to crack his knuckles and loosen up his shoulders with a series of shrugs. "And last of all, congratulations on the biggest fucking mistake of your life. You got lucky and survived the first attack, but you done fucked up now. I am going to...."

Before he could finish, Morgan leaped at him, punching him square in the side of the jaw. This blow actually took him down to his knees, where he stayed for a few seconds as he spit out a few teeth. "Listen, I didn't come here to listen to you run your fucking mouth." Morgan said as he approached Zeus. "I want some answers." As Morgan reached to grab ahold of him, Zeus sprung up, delivering an uppercut to him. This caused Morgan to stumble back giving Zeus another opening. He was coming in with what appeared to be a clothesline. Morgan ducked out of the way and quickly spun around to grab Zeus in a choke hold. "I want to know why you guys attacked us and who all was involved." Morgan tightened up the choke hold bringing Zeus to the ground.

Zeus was pulling at Morgan's arm, trying to loosen up the grip so he could breathe. "You're fucking nuts, man. You think I would give you that information?" Zeus reached back, grabbing ahold of Morgan and flipped him over his shoulders, breaking the hold. "Damn. For a man who should be dead, you're fucking tough." Zeus looked up to see Morgan already back to his feet. "Jesus Christ, not only are you tough, you're quick too. What, did you die and come back some sort of fucking super hero?"

Morgan let out a laugh that sounded kind of sinister. "I don't know what I am. All I know is, whether you tell me or not, I'm going to kill each and every one of you mother fucking ass holes." Morgan advanced towards Zeus.

Zeus laughed as he advanced too. "That's funny. Too bad you ain't going to make it past me." He said as he took a swing at Morgan.

Morgan quickly moved to the side, dodging the punch. He grabbed Zeus' arm as he spun around behind him. Morgan placed one hand on Zeus' tricep and with the other hand grabbed his forearm. Effortlessly, Morgan yanked up on Zeus' forearm as he pushed down on his triceps, breaking it at the elbow. "My fucking arm, you mother fucking bitch. You broke my fucking arm." Zeus knelt down on one knee while holding his arm.

Morgan stood there, looking down at him. "Who was behind the attack and why?"

Zeus reached in his pocket as he stood up, drawing out a pocket knife and flipping the blade out. "I already told you. I ain't saying anything. Now I'm going to cut you up like I did your wife after Big...." He paused. "Now, now, I almost screwed up didn't...." Zeus went flying back landing on his ass. "I." Morgan had moved so quickly that Zeus didn't see the spinning kick he delivered to his gut. "Damn, you're....." Morgan ran over and grabbed him by the throat before he could finish.

Morgan picked Zeus up with both hands around his throat. "This is the last time I'm going to ask. Why did you guys attack us, and who was behind it?" Zeus kicked him in the groin causing Morgan to let go.

"I don't know what the hell you are, but I'm going to finish you once and for all." Zeus took a swing at Morgan with the knife. As Morgan threw his arms up to block, the knife slashed open his forearm. Zeus quickly came back with another attack. This time, Morgan was able to catch his arm, stopping him. While Morgan had ahold of Zeus' wrist, he twisted and quickly snapped his arm up. The snapping motion broke Zeus' other arm at the elbow, ripping through his skin. Morgan yanked it again, ripping his forearm completely off. Zeus stumbled back, screaming in pain.

"So, who's going to finish who off?" Morgan asked as he came at Zeus. Morgan had his hands held up in a boxing stance. Zeus saw where he had cut him with the knife. The wound was almost completely healed.

"What the fuck are you?" Zeus realized at that moment, his life was about to end. Morgan came in with a flurry of punches to Zeus's mid-section and chest, followed by an uppercut that broke his jaw. Morgan could feel Zeus' jaw shatter as it shifted upward. The blow knocked him off his feet causing him to land face first on the ground. Morgan placed his knees in the middle of Zeus's back, grabbed ahold of his head and twisted it, hard enough to break his neck. Zeus was now looking right at him.

"I'm sorry, did that hurt?" Morgan asked as he delivered a punch to his face. The punch was hard enough that it caved in Zeus' face. It looked like he had got hit with a wrecking ball. Morgan got up, spitting on Zeus as he gave him one last look.

After he was done with Zeus, Morgan walked back to where he had parked his motorcycle. Right as he started it up, a couple of police cars came flying by, heading to the alleyway. "Looks like I got out of there just in time." Morgan said to himself as he looked at his forearm. "Well, what do you know? It healed up already." He started laughing as he pulled away from the curb. Morgan figured with the police lurking around, it would be a fine time to take another ride through the countryside. As he headed out on his journey, he notice his hunger was a little more satisfied. He was even feeling more energized. "I think I'm starting to figure this out. As I take someone out, I gain more energy and my hunger is slightly lessened. It's like I'm hungry for revenge." Morgan said as he hit the throttle and took off into the night.

# CHAPTER 5

Krystal had been sitting in her apartment all night long, holding her phone, waiting for Morgan to call. He never arrived at The Diner last night and hasn't answered or returned any of her calls. She was hoping he would call soon so she would know that he was alright. Around the time they were supposed to meet, the police had shut down all the city streets. Krystal tried to find out what was going on but all the police would tell her was they were investigating a murder. Once they knew the streets were safe, one of the officers told her, they would let everyone leave. But until then everyone needed to stay where they were. It wasn't until around midnight that Krystal finally got to leave The Diner. She couldn't sleep not knowing what was up with Morgan. She kept wondering if the murder they were investigating last night might have been him. "Oh, God, please tell me he didn't get attacked again." Krystal busted out crying. The thought terrified her.

Morgan didn't get home until around eleven thirty in the morning. Once he started riding he didn't want to stop. He thought he would take advantage of not having to sleep, for whatever reason that is, and ride all night long. The only time he had to stop was whenever he needed gas in the motorcycle. "Too bad I can't give you some of my energy, we could ride together forever with no need to stop." Morgan said to the motorcycle as he got off, patting it on the tank. As Morgan walked through his front room, he saw the light flashing on his answering machine. "Ah, crap. I forgot about Krystal." The light flashing somehow reminded him about his meeting with her. He pulled his cellphone out of his pocket and looked at the screen. Sure enough, as he had expected, there were missed calls from her on it as well. "Well, I better call her back. I'm sure I will get an ear full for this." Morgan sat down and gave her a call.

Krystal had fallen asleep holding her phone. When it finally rang, it scared the crap out of her. "Hello?" she answered, not checking to see who it was.

"Hey, Krystal. It's me, Morgan."

Krystal started crying. "Morgan..." That's all she could get out.

Morgan knew he messed up, but didn't expect her to cry. "What's wrong, Krystal? Is everything ok?"

"No, everything is not ok." She took some deep breaths to help her stop crying. "Where were you last night? I thought maybe you were the one that got murdered."

"Um, why would I have gotten murdered?" Morgan pretended to sound confused.

Krystal was shocked that he didn't know since it was all over the news. "Have you not been watching the news? A man of your height and build was murdered last night sometime between seven and eight o'clock. It happened about a block away from The Diner, in the alleyway. The police had the streets closed until around midnight. Oh Morgan, I thought they attacked you again." Krystal started crying again.

Morgan felt bad. He was too focused on revenge and totally forgot about meeting up with her. "I'm sorry, Krystal, please stop crying." He had to think of a lie and quickly. "I was out riding in the country and lost track of time. When I got back to the city, the streets had been blocked by the police. I don't know why I didn't think about calling you. When I couldn't get into the city, I turned around and went back to the country. While riding, I started thinking about everything I've been through and I totally lost track of time. My motorcycle is so loud and vibrates so much I didn't know you called. Again, I am real sorry, Krystal." He said, hoping she would buy his excuse.

Krystal had a real compassionate tone to her voice. "Oh, Morgan, I can't even imagine what must be running through your head. You have been through a lot. I know I would be a mess, I kind of am anyway. I will forgive you, this time. I'm curious though, since you only mentioned your cell phone and I also called your house phone. Are you even home?"

Morgan chuckled. "Yea, I'm home. I actually just got home, I rode all night long."

"Wow, still not sleeping?" Krystal sounded a little concerned.

"No, I'm not. To tell you the truth though, I need to get off the phone. I'm going to go shower and try to get some rest. It may not work but I'm going to try."

"Oh, I don't want to keep you then. You need to rest. Before you hang up, we still need to talk. I'm off today so we can meet anytime. How about at my apartment this time?"

Morgan took a moment to think about it. "Yea, we can do that. How about around five this evening?"

"That will work for me, don't stand me up this time."

Morgan quickly replied. "I won't." He almost said I promise, but he didn't want to make a promise he didn't know if he could keep.

"Ok, I hope not. Now go get some rest and I will see you then."

Krystal and Morgan both said bye at the same time and hung up. Morgan lied about trying to get some rest, but he was going to take a shower. After his shower, he hoped he could trigger another vision so he could find out who his next victim would be.

In the meantime, Big Grey had received a call from Mr. Vanellie asking if he could meet him in the office ASAP. They had both seen the news that morning and were together on the thought that it might be Zeus' body the police found. Mr. Vanellie had told Big Grey that he had more info on it and they needed to talk.

"Hey, boss, what's up?" Big Grey asked as he entered the office.

Mr. Vanellie spun his chair around so that he was facing Big Grey. "This ain't good, Big Grey, this ain't good." Mr. Vanellie looked pissed.

"What is it, boss? What did you find out?"

Mr. Vanellie had been holding a gun and he slammed it down on his desk. "They got Zeus. Whoever this is, fucking got Zeus. I'm with the cops on this. I feel like this is a group attack." He stood up out of his chair, and walked over to look out the window and punched the wall next to it.

Big Grey was a little confused. "Boss, how do you know it was Zeus?" He started to walk over to Mr. Vanellie, quickly changing his mind when he saw the look in his eyes.

"Well, for one, the news finally released the name of the victim right before I called you. And two, I had some guys on the street get info on both Jimmy Boy's and Zeus' death before that. And before you ask, no, they don't know who killed them. All they could find out was the condition they were found in." Mr. Vanellie went over to his wet bar and poured a glass of scotch.

"Damn, that's too bad they couldn't have found out who done it." Big Grey walked over and got himself a glass as well.

Mr. Vanellie finished his glass and poured another. "Yea, it is too bad. I told them it wasn't good enough, so I shot both of them. The twins are getting rid of the bodies as we speak." Anyway, on to what I called you for.

Mr. Vanellie and Big Grey talked for a while. He had explained to Big Grey the condition that Jimmy Boy and Zeus were found in. They both agreed that there had to be more than one attacker. But they couldn't figure out how they would have smashed Jimmy Boy's head against the wall like that. Or what they could have used to rip Zeus' arm off and smash his face in after breaking his neck. Mr. Vanellie told Big Grey that from this point on, whenever any of the group was by themselves, they were to call or text another member when they changed locations. "That means, if you are at the bar and then go home, you let someone know when you leave the bar and when you get home. Got It?"

Big Grey was trying not to laugh at him. "Yes, Boss, I got it."

Seeing him almost laugh, pissed Mr. Vanellie off. "What do you find so fucking funny?"

"Sorry, Boss. It's just that you sounded like my parents. Call when you get here, call when you get there. You know what I mean?" Big Grey's laughter was gone quickly when he saw the look on Mr. Vanellie's face.

"You know what? We're done here. Get the fuck out of my office." Mr. Vanellie grabbed another glass of scotch and sat back down at his desk.

Big Grey, not saying a word, walked right out of the office. As he stepped outside, he sent Mr. Vanellie a text message telling him he was leaving the building and heading to the bar.

Morgan got bored sitting around the house waiting for a vision to come. He thought he had figured out how to trigger them, but apparently, he was wrong. He was going to hop on his motorcycle and take another ride, but decided to walk instead. "No offense girl, I'm hoping to trigger another vision. And I don't want to wreck you if I do. I know you will understand." He said as he passed up his motorcycle.

Morgan had been walking for a little while when he got his phone out and gave John a call. John did not answer so he left a message. "Hey, John, it's Morgan. Just wondering if you wanted to grab a couple drinks at the bar? Give me call when you get this." Morgan had just put his phone back in his pocket when John called back. "John, what took you so long to call back?" Morgan said, as he answered the phone, laughing.

"Hey, Morgan. Sorry, I was busy and couldn't get to my phone." John didn't sound too happy.

"What's wrong, John? You sound a little down."

John tried to make himself sound a little more chipper. "Oh, it's nothing really. Hey, have you been catching the news about the recent murders? There's some crazy shit going on."

Morgan was shaking his head as if John could see him. "No, I haven't seen the news. I haven't turned my TV on since I got back from the hospital. Just been doing a lot of thinking. Krystal told me someone got murdered last night, but that's all I've heard."

"Well, there have been two murders in the last two days. The cops don't have any suspects in custody yet. Whoever did it must have a death wish. They took out two mob guys. I'm sure that ain't going to go over too well." John was starting to sound like himself again.

"Huh. The mob you say? They must have a death wish." Morgan had a big smile on his face. Now he knew, he was messing with the mob.

"Yep. Hey, I'm down for those drinks if you're still offering."

Morgan chuckled, "Yea, I'm still offering. I have to meet Krystal at five, so why don't we meet at three?"

John looked at his watch, it was about twelve thirty. "Yea, we can do that. Well, I got to go, I will talk at you later, buddy." John hung up before Morgan could reply.

Morgan was standing there looking at his phone. "Wonder what's bugging him?"

When he arrived at the bar, Morgan went and found a table in the corner. He was hoping he could get a good view at everyone in the room and that walked in. He looked around the room giving it a quick once over. While looking around, he saw a table with a bunch of empty glasses and bottles. Sitting at the table were three trampy looking women, climbing all over some drunken fool. After glancing around the whole bar, Morgan went back to watching the table with the tramps. For some reason, he was drawn to that table. After a few moments went by, he heard one of the women say "Oh, Big Grey, which one of us gets to go home with you?" Then Morgan was suddenly hit with a vision.

As the vision started, he saw his dead body lying on the ground when the view changed to his wife getting a bag put over her head. There were two guys wearing black suits with black hoods and masks to match. One of them was pulling Sara from the car while the other slipped the bag over her head. When Sara started screaming, one of the men gave her some sort of karate chop to the back of the head, silencing her. "Hey, Big Grey, we got a gift for ya." Morgan heard one of the men say as this 'Big Grey' came over to the two men holding onto Sara. Morgan got a clear vision of him; it was the drunken fool those tramps are climbing all over. Big Grey was looking Sara over. "Damn, what a fine piece of ass." He lifted the bag up just far enough to see her lips. Big Grey leaned in and kissed her. Watching all this was pissing Morgan off, but he didn't want to break the vision. He wanted to see what happened to Sara. After Big Grey kissed her, he lifted up her skirt, taking his knife and cutting her panties off. "Wow, will you look at that. What a well groomed pussy, too bad I'm about to tear it up." Big Grey said as he motioned to the two guys holding her. He wanted them to pick her up, holding her legs open for him but she was starting to wake back up. Morgan heard Zeus ask if they needed help with her as he came walking over. Zeus got behind Sara and held her up using a full-nelson. The other two guys grabbed her legs, holding them open so that Big Grey could do what he wanted. "Awesome, let the fun begin." Big Grey said as he whipped out his penis. Big Grey started groping Sara as she was coming to. She started wriggling around trying to get free as she felt his fingers slip in side her. Big Grey picked her cut panties up off the ground, lifting up the bag again just to her mouth. As she started to scream, he shoved the panties in her mouth, quieting her down. "I hope you enjoy this as much as I do, bitch." Big Grey said as he forcefully inserted his hardened cock into her vagina. As he was raping her, he was also beating her. "ENOUGH, ALL READY!" Morgan screamed, breaking the vision. He couldn't take it anymore. He was ready to tear Big Grey apart. When Morgan looked over at the table where Big Grey had been, he was gone. Morgan also noticed that everyone in the bar was looking at him. "Sorry, folks. Didn't mean to startle any of you." He said as he got up and left the bar.

Big Grey had taken one of the girls home with him. They both had too much to drink so they decide to walk back to his place. He only lived a block and a half from the bar so they didn't have far to go. It didn't take Morgan long to track Big Grey down either. He had just left the bar right before Morgan screamed. When Morgan had exited the bar, the sensation he got while tracking the previous two victims instantly started. Morgan followed Big Grey and the tramp from a distance. He didn't want to attack him while she was around. Morgan watched as they entered Big Grey's house. "Hopefully they don't take too long." Morgan said. An hour and a half had passed and Morgan was tired of waiting. "Well, hell, guess I will figure it out as I go." He said as he approached Big Grey's door. As Morgan rang the doorbell, he could feel the sensation in his body start intensifying. He knew that meant Big Grey was coming to the door.

As Big Grey opened the door to see who it was, he was greeted with a punch to the face. "Ah! You son of a bitch, what was that for?" As Big Grey removed his hands from his face and saw who it was, he about fell over. "Hey, Gloria, no matter what you hear happening down here, you stay upstairs. Got it?" Big Grey hollered at the tramp.

"Ok, Biggie, should I turn on some music?" This wasn't the first time she had been at his house when somebody came by to fight.

"That would be a great idea, play it loud." Big Grey turned to look at Morgan. "Mind if I put some clothes on? All I got on is this here towel." Big Grey started to shut the door and walk away as Morgan kicked it open, knocking Big Grey back. "I'll take that as a no." Big Grey said as Morgan stepped through the door.

"Who was behind the attack?" Morgan asked as he approached Big Grey.

Big Grey started laughing. "You will never find that out. Is that why you killed Jimmy Boy and Zeus? It was you all along, wasn't it? Jimmy Boy was right." Big Grey was reaching behind a statue on a nearby table.

"Yea, that was me. Looks like you guys didn't do a good job killing me." Morgan said as he took off running at Big Grey.

Big Grey had pulled a gun out from behind the statue. Before he got a chance to pull the trigger, Morgan did a step kick and kicked it out of his hand, nearly breaking his hand in the process. Big Grey got ready to say something as Morgan jumped up and delivered a roundhouse kick right to his head, sending him flying. Big Grey was quick to jump back to his feet and tackle Morgan to the ground. "You sure are a tough son of a bitch." Big Grey said as he started punching Morgan in the face. Big Grey was pretty quick with the punches. Morgan took several blows before he got big Grey off of him. Morgan and Big Grey stood up about the same time. Big Grey had busted Morgan's nose and now blood was pouring out of it. "Look who drew first blood." Big Grey said as he started laughing.

Morgan started laughing as well. "You have no idea what is about to happen." He said as he took off running at Big Grey again. As Morgan got close to him, Big Grey took a couple of quick swings but he was able to dodge them. Now they were both standing in a fighting stance. Big Grey was looking at Morgan with a confused look on his face. "What? I'm not bleeding anymore, am I?" Morgan laughed sinisterly.

"What the fuck?" Big Grey said as he came at Morgan again.

Big Grey came in with a low right hook as Morgan dodged out of the way, tagging Big Grey with a kidney punch. Big Grey took the blow like a champ, spinning around to face Morgan. As he spun around, Morgan delivered a blow to his ribs; followed by a left hook to the head. Big Grey stumbled back but Morgan didn't let up. Instead, he came in with a fury of left and right punches. Big Grey was trying to block them but Morgan was just too fast. Big Grey fell to the ground. Morgan had knocked him senseless. Morgan was standing there watching as Big Grey was trying to get back to his feet. "So tell me, who was it that was behind the attack on my wife and I."

"What the fuck are you, man? You can't be human." Big Grey said as he came at Morgan again.

Big Grey plowed into Morgan, lifting him up and driving him into the wall. He heard Morgan's head crack against the wall and hoped it might daze him. Big Grey let go of Morgan and stood there. As he looked him in the eyes, Morgan head butted him. The head butt dazed Big Grey for a moment. That moment was long enough for Morgan to deliver a series of gut shots followed by a haymaker uppercut. Big Grey went flying in the air landing with a solid thud on the floor. Morgan walked up and leaned over Big Grey's naked body. "Guess I should have let you put some clothes on. Now I don't have anything to shove in your mouth like you did my wife." Morgan looked around for the towel Big Grey was wearing when the fight started but it was nowhere to be found. Morgan glanced down at Big Grey's penis. "Perfect!" He said as he reached down, grabbing Big Grey's penis and testicles. Big Grey was slightly conscious as Morgan started twisting and pulling until he had ripped them off. "Mr. Vanellie," Big Grey yelled as he sat up. He started to scream in pain as he looked down at his crouch. Just then, Morgan shoved the penis and testicles into Big Grey's mouth. It was only a matter of seconds before Big Grey passed out from the pain. "This is for my wife, you fucking son of a bitch." Morgan said as he straddled Big Grey and started punching him in the head. After delivering numerous blows to his head, Morgan finally stopped. When he looked at Big Grey's face, it was unrecognizable. Morgan had broken every bone in his skull. Big Grey's eyes were hanging out of their sockets and blood was running out of everywhere: eyes, nose, mouth and ears. Morgan got up and walked out the door.

As he stepped off Big Grey's porch, he saw someone take off running. Morgan started to follow them when a vision struck. He could see the two guys holding his wife. Morgan broke the vision before it could get going. "Not a good time for that. I wonder if whoever took off running was one of the two guys in my vision." Morgan said to himself as he took off in the direction of the running man.

# CHAPTER 6

The last text message Big Grey had sent was to Mr. Vanellie. It read 'Leaving the bar, going to get my dick wet.' Enough time had passed that he should have arrived somewhere. Mr. Vanellie figured Big Grey would have taken whatever whore he picked up this time, back to his place. If that were the case, he should have texted someone by now. Mr. Vanellie and the twins, Freddy and Craig, were at his office discussing everything that's been going on. "Hey, have you guys gotten a text from Big Grey yet." Mr. Vanellie asked, sounding a little irritated.

Freddy and Craig look at each other than back at Mr. Vanellie. "No, Boss, we have not." They answered in unison.

Mr. Vanellie shook his head. He hated it when they did that. "That's what I was afraid of." He checked his phone one more time. "Which one of you wants to go on a little mission?"

Freddy and Craig looked at each other again. This time, they both held up one hand displaying their fingers. Freddy was holding up three fingers and Craig was holding up four fingers. They both nodded at each other. "I will go, Boss." This time only Craig spoke.

Mr. Vanellie nodded his head in approval. "Very well then, here's the mission. We know Big Grey went to the bar. Even though he said he was leaving, we don't know that he did. So what I want you to do is, go to the bar and see if he's there. If not, go to his house and see if he made it home. If anywhere along the way you see something wrong, call me and get the fuck out of there. Got it? I don't want you trying to be a fucking hero."

"No problem, Boss, as you wish." Craig turned and walked out the door.

Craig checked the bar but Big Grey was not there. He asked the bartender if he saw Big Grey leave with anyone. The bartender told Craig that Big Grey had left with some woman. Craig asked if he had noticed anything out of the ordinary happen. The bartender replied that there was a fella that had screamed out 'enough already' and left the bar shortly after Big Grey. Craig left the bar and immediately called Mr. Vanellie. "Just wanted to let you know, I think something is awry. Big Grey did leave the bar, but from the info I got from the bartender, he may have been followed."

"Damn, that ain't good. Keep me informed." Mr. Vanellie did not sound happy.

"As always, Boss." Craig said as he hung up.

As Craig was coming up on Big Grey's house, he saw a man walking out of his door. This man was not Big Grey. As Craig got a better look, the man's hands were dripping with blood. He glanced up and saw the man's face. "Oh, fuck!" Craig said as he took off running. He recognized Morgan right away. Craig quickly called Mr. Vanellie as he was running. "We have a huge fucking problem, Boss." Craig said, right as Mr. Vanellie answered. "Huge fucking problem. It's him, boss. It's that fighter, Kane."

"What about him? What do you mean we have a problem?" Mr. Vanellie said cutting him off.

Craig was breathing hard from running. "Boss, he killed Big Grey. At least I think he did." He paused to catch his breath. "I saw him come out of Big Grey's house, he had blood dripping from his hands." Craig had to catch his breath again.

"You mean Kane walks? I figured that fucker would have been in a wheel chair." he paused letting out a heavy breath. "Did he see you?"

"Yes, boss, I do believe he did. I took off running as soon as I saw him."

"Is he following you?" Mr. Vanellie asked in a stern voice.

"Hold on, let me check." Craig looked over his shoulder. "Fuck! Yea, boss. Not only can he still walk, he can fucking run too. He's catching up to me. I got to go, boss, I need to focus on running. I'm going to go ninja on his ass and run up some buildings to lose this mother fucker." Craig hung up before Mr. Vanellie could reply.

While chasing Craig, Morgan's cell phone rang but he let it go to voicemail. He didn't want any distractions while chasing this man down. His cell phone rang a couple more times. Every time, he let it go to voicemail. Morgan was catching up to him when he saw Craig put away his phone and make a quick dash to the left. "What a dumb ass, he's headed to a dead end." Morgan laughed as he turned to follow him. He was expecting to see this man standing in the alley ready to fight. Instead, what Morgan saw looked like something out of a old karate movie. Craig was still running at full speed headed to the wall straight in front of him. As he got to the wall, it looked like he ran straight up about three quarters of the way, kicking off of it and onto the adjacent wall. When Craig's feet touched the wall, he kicked off of it doing a backflip and landing on top of the building directly across about twelve feet away. "Shit, that was impressive." Morgan said as he was trying to figure out how to follow him now. Morgan followed along the buildings trying not to lose track of him. Craig was running full speed, praying that he didn't miss judge any of his jumps. He was amazed at the speed Morgan had. Every time Craig looked, Morgan was still gaining on him. He needed to do something to lose him and quick. Looking ahead, Craig saw that the height of the roof, two buildings away, would not be reachable. Looking to his right, he saw an opportunity. If he judged it right, he could jump, hopefully clear the fence and land in the back of the housing district. If all goes well, he would clearly lose Morgan.

"Here we go. Three stories up, this could be rough." Craig said as he turned and jumped, doing a summersault in the air. As he landed, Craig squatted to reduce the impact. "Damn! That hurt." he said, taking the jolt. Craig took off running again. He was a little slower this time as his back and feet were hurting from the jump.

Morgan watched as Craig jumped from the roof top. "Damn! Talk about desperation." Morgan stopped, trying to figure out the best route to take. His only option was to go down to the end of the block, and hopefully Craig didn't get too far ahead by then. As Morgan headed down the street, he figured he would check his phone to see who had called earlier. He had one missed call from John and two from Krystal. "Crap, I totally forgot about meeting up with those two." Morgan said as he put his phone away. "Oh, well. I will call them as soon as I catch this running mother fucker." Morgan then picked up his pace.

Morgan reached the housing district, but with all the houses and streets, he really didn't know where to begin. A thought came to him, 'What if he didn't make the landing? Maybe he is laying on the ground, where he landed, with broken legs.' Morgan headed to where he thought Craig would have been, only to find he was nowhere to be found. "Well crap, now what?" As Morgan started to walk back to the street, he was trying to picture what Craig looked like. When he had seen Craig, right before he started running, Morgan really didn't get a good look at him. Right as Morgan started to build a mental picture of him, a vision struck.

The vision started with Zeus holding up Sara and the two guys dressed in all black were holding her legs up for Big Grey. When Big Grey was finished raping and beating Sara, he told the two guys, "You can put her legs down, this bitch is done." As Big Grey stepped back, zipping up his jeans, the two guys let her legs go. The way her legs fell to the ground, it looked like she was either knocked out or dead. The two guys dressed in black then walked over to Morgan. As they approached him, both removing their hoods and masks, Morgan noticed they looked identical. "No need to hide ourselves now." They both said in unison. "Who gets to go first?" One of them asked the other. They held their hands out at each other, one displaying three fingers the other displaying two. "Fuck, Craig, you always win." The one that displayed two fingers said. "Maybe you will win next time, Freddy. Now, pick this mother fucker up and let's have some fun." Craig said, patting Freddy on the back. Freddy picked up Morgan, putting his arms under Morgan's armpits. "Damn, this bitch is heavy." Freddy said, struggling to get Morgan to his feet. As soon as Freddy had Morgan on his feet, Craig delivered a series of karate chops and kicks to him. "Hey, bro, you got your girls on ya?" Craig asked Freddy when he was done beating on Morgan.

Freddy let out a laugh. "Like you really had to ask. You know I always bring them with me, you never know when it's time to dance." Freddy reached behind his back and pulled out a pair of nun-chucks.

"Fuck yea. Here, let me hold him up and you let your girls dance." Craig said, exchanging places with Freddy.

Freddy started swinging his nun-chucks as he approached Morgan. It was quite an impressive display, you could tell Freddy liked to show off. As he started to work Morgan over with them, Morgan could hear bones breaking. With as fast as Freddy was going, Morgan couldn't tell which bones were breaking though. When the twins were done with Morgan, Craig let his lifeless body fall to the ground. "Hey, is that fucking bitch dead yet?" Craig and Freddy said in unison as they walked back over to Big Grey and Zeus. As the vision faded away, Morgan realized he had been running the whole time.

"Whoa, this was unexpected." Morgan said as he stopped and looked around. He was not in the housing area anymore. It took Morgan a few moments to figure out where he was. He had apparently ran all the way to the back side of the housing district, where a couple of local shipping warehouses stood. Morgan walked towards the first warehouse as the tingling sensation started faintly. "Well, guess I will see if that mother fucker is hiding in here." Morgan said as he checked the door. To his surprise, the door was not locked. He slowly opened it as to not make a sound.

Craig came running in to Mr. Vanellie's office trying to catch his breath. "Please tell me you fucking lost him." Mr. Vanellie said quickly standing up from his chair.

"Y... y... yes, Boss. I... I... I lost him." Craig stopped to catch his breath. "It wasn't easy but I did."

Mr. Vanellie gave Craig a stern look. "You fucking better have. Now take a seat while I make a phone call." He said, sitting back down, picking up his phone.

John was sitting in his living room when his phone rang. "It's about fucking time you called." He said, answering the phone without checking who called.

"Well, that's no way to answer your phone, my friend." Mr. Vanellie said in reply.

John had a confused look on his face. "Who the hell is this?"

Mr. Vanellie laughed. "Oh, you don't remember me? Maybe you might remember screwing me out of the twenty million I had on that dead beat fighter."

John's eyes got big as he turned pale. "Oh, fuck."

"That's right, it's me, Mr. Vanellie." He said, sounding a little pissed off.

"I hoped you would have forgotten my number." John replied with a shaky voice.

"Too bad for you that you didn't change your fucking number. It looks like we need to have a little meeting. The boys and I will be seeing you real soon." Mr. Vanellie hung up before John could reply.

As Morgan made his way through the warehouse, he knew Craig was here by the tingling sensation. The sensation got stronger as he came up to Mr. Vanellie's office door. Morgan waited outside the door, listening to someone talking. He heard them say, 'That's right, it's me, Mr. Vanellie.' Morgan remembered that Big Grey had yelled that name earlier. He continued listening to the conversation to see if he could get more info. When he heard Mr. Vanellie hang up the phone, Morgan kicked in the door.

As the office door came flying open, Freddy sprung to his feet and ran towards Morgan. Freddy reached back to pull out his nun-chucks as he approached him. Morgan reacted quickly, grabbing Freddy, throwing him across the room. Throwing him directly at Mr. Vanellie, who was reaching into the desk to get his gun. As Freddy slid across the desk, colliding with Mr. Vanellie, they both hit the floor.

"What the fuck is the meaning of all this?" Mr. Vanellie asked as he stood up. "I think there has been a big misunderstanding."

"I don't think so." Morgan replied as he advanced towards Mr. Vanellie. "I believe you are the one behind the attack on my wife and I."

Mr. Vanellie laughed as he pushed his desk towards Morgan. "Oh, on the contrary, that's where the misunderstanding is. I was just on my way to visit the fucking prick that is the cause of the attack. You're more than welcome to join me."

Morgan kicked the desk back. Mr. Vanellie jumped to the right and Freddy jumped up on top of the desk, right as it crashed into the wall. "I take that as a no." Mr. Vanellie said as he took off running for the door. "Take care of this fucking lunatic, boys. When you're done with him, you know where to find me."

"We're on it, Boss." Craig and Freddy said in unison.

Morgan turned to try and catch Mr. Vanellie, as he felt a stinging blow across his back. Morgan turned back around to be met with a nun-chuck blow to the face. The blow split Morgan's lower lip. "And here we thought your ass was dead." Freddy said while spinning his nun-chucks around.

Morgan got ready to reply when Craig came up from behind with a leg sweep, bringing him to his knees. Morgan started laughing while on his hands and knees. "You guys have no idea what kind of trouble you're in." Morgan said as he stood up.

Freddy and Craig had moved close to one another. They were both watching as Morgan stood up. Freddy noticed when Morgan turned and looked at them, that his lip was no longer split. "What the hell? I know I split his lip. Look at the blood on the floor and his shirt." Freddy said to Craig, while pointing at Morgan. They both had confused and curious looks on their faces.

Morgan checked his lower lip and then smiled at the twins. After giving them a smile, he took off charging at them. Freddy was quick enough to jump and roll out of the way; Craig wasn't so lucky. As Craig tried to get out of the way, Morgan reached out, grabbed ahold of him and took him to the ground. Craig, thinking quickly, tried to get free. The best he could do was get his legs wrapped around Morgan's neck. Craig started squeezing his legs together in hopes of choking him out. Morgan started to deliver some side punches to Craig. With every blow, it felt to Craig as if he was being hit with a sledge hammer. Morgan got several blows in before Freddy came over to help his brother. Freddy was swinging his nun-chucks, whipping Morgan in the side and back with them. Morgan only felt a slight sting with every hit. He got his feet positioned and grabbed ahold of Craig. Morgan stood up with Craig's legs still locked around his neck. "Oh, fuck!" Craig yelled as Morgan turned toward the desk. Craig tried to get away but Morgan was too quick. He lifted Craig up by the seat of his pants, slamming him into the desk. Morgan meant to put him through it, but misjudged; breaking Craig's neck on the edge of the desk instead. Freddy was standing there all wide-eyed. He couldn't believe what he just saw. He could tell by the way Craig hit, and was now lying motionless with his eyes open, that his brother was dead. "You fucking son of a bitch. I'm going to kill you." Freddy yelled as he came at Morgan.

Morgan let Freddy get a few hits in with the nun-chucks before giving him a shove, sending him to the ground. "Let me show you something." Morgan said, ripping his own shirt off. "See all the red marks from your nun-chucks? Watch as they disappear." Morgan watched as Freddy's eyes got huge. "Who do you think is going to kill who?" Morgan asked, laughing.

"What the fuck are you?" Freddy asked as he jumped to his feet.

"What am I? What am I? I'm hungry for revenge, that's what I am. Every time I take one of you mother fuckers out, I get stronger, more energized and even heal quicker. Sucks for you that your brother had to die so soon. I'm already feeling it." Morgan laughed kind of sinister like.

Freddy came at Morgan again; this time jumping up and flipping over him. As he turned around to face Freddy, Morgan was met with a drop kick to the face. The dropkick sent Morgan staggering back. Keeping on him, Freddy was delivering karate chops and punches to keep Morgan staggering. When he was finally able to get his footing, Morgan reached out, grabbing Freddy by the throat. Morgan started lifting him up when Freddy jumped up and kicked him in the gut while doing a backflip to free himself from Morgan's grip. The kick to the gut sent Morgan staggering again. Morgan looked up to see Freddy running at him, swinging his nun-chucks wildly. Morgan took off at Freddy, meeting him with a clothesline that sent him spiraling in the air and landing hard on his back. Morgan picked up the nun-chucks and walked over to where Freddy was laying. Crouching down next to him, Morgan held out the nun-chucks. With one handle in each hand, he yanked on them, breaking the chain that held them together. "You won't be swinging these anymore." Morgan said, throwing them to the side. As Morgan grabbed ahold to pick him up, Freddy tried to get his legs wrapped around Morgan's neck like Craig had done. Morgan was too quick and had Freddy picked up and against the wall before he knew it. Morgan started punching him furiously in the midsection and upper body. Morgan was moving so quick, Freddy never got a chance to fight back. Morgan stopped when he noticed the blood running out of Freddy's mouth. "Before you die, where did your boss go?" Morgan asked while keeping Freddy from falling over.

"Not...going...to...tell." Freddy was having a hard time breathing.

"Have it your way." Morgan said, delivering a blow to Freddy's gut. As he fell forward, Morgan grabbed him. After placing Freddy's head between his legs, Morgan wrapped his arms around his waist and swung him up. Once he had Freddy up, Morgan turned away from the wall, lifting Freddy as high as he could and power bombed him to the floor. Morgan watched as Freddy started convulsing and coughing up blood. After walking over and straddling Freddy's convulsing body, Morgan leaned over to get closer. "Any last words?" He asked, grabbing ahold of Freddy's head.

"J...Jo...John..." That's all he could get out as he was going into shock.

Morgan got a better grip on Freddy's head, giving it a hard twist, breaking his neck. As soon as Freddy's body went motionless, Morgan headed out the door.

While making his way out of the warehouse, Morgan was trying to figure out why Freddy said John. "It has to be a different John. There is no way he would be tied up in all this." Morgan got his cell phone out and gave John a call. There was no answer as it went straight to voicemail. "Hey, John. Sorry for leaving you hanging at the bar, buddy. Give me a call when you get this." Morgan hung up and headed out into the night to find Mr. Vanellie.

# CHAPTER 7

John was in a panic after receiving the call from Mr. Vanellie. If he could go back in time, he would have never gotten involved in the first place. Being that it was not an option, John needed to think of something quickly. "Oh, lord, please help me!" John cried out while pacing in his front room. He knew what Mr. Vanellie wanted to talk about. John had already figured out that Morgan was behind the murders that were all over the news. It was obvious to him, after witnessing Morgan's violent rage when leaving the hospital, that it wasn't a coincidence that everyone involved in the attack was turning up dead, one by one. Morgan did tell John that he was going to hunt every last one of them down. John just couldn't figure out how Morgan was finding out who they were.

After pacing back and forth for a while, John decided to start packing some bags. "I've got to get out of here." John didn't know where he was going to go, but knew he had to leave. Once his bags where packed, John gave Krystal a call.

Krystal heard her phone ring and checked the caller ID, hoping it was Morgan. She was disappointed to see John's name. "Hello, John."

"Hey, Krystal, I don't have long. I'm in a hurry. I need to get away for a while, can you do me a favor?" John sounded desperate.

"Yea, what's wrong?" Krystal replied.

John took a deep breath, "I know you promised not to tell anyone, but promise me again. You can't tell anyone about my involvement in the attack. Not even Morgan." John never sounded more desperate.

"Yea, you can count on me. That's a promise." Krystal hoped John believed her because she had every intension of telling Morgan.

"Awesome! I owe you one when I get back."

"You're damn right you do! You owe me big time." Krystal snapped back.

"Alright, I'm heading out now. Talk to you later." John hung up before Krystal could reply. After hanging up, John turned his phone off. He didn't want to find out if Mr. Vanellie could track his cell phone.

Morgan walked the streets looking for Mr. Vanellie having no clue as to where he could be. Morgan figured by walking the street all night, Mr. Vanellie had to show up at some point. Pulling out his phone, Morgan thought he would try John again. Again, it went straight to voicemail. He didn't leave a message this time. "Damn! I know it's getting late but John always has his phone on." Morgan figured maybe John's phone was dead. 'I will have to try again later. Right now I need to find Mr. Vanellie.' Morgan thought to himself.

After leaving the twins to take care of Morgan, Mr. Vanellie had went to his mansion at the edge of town. Even if Morgan survived the fight with the twins, Mr. Vanellie knew that he would never find him. After entering his mansion, Mr. Vanellie went straight to his home office. "Now where did I put his fucking file?" He said frantically going through papers on his desk. Having no luck, Mr. Vanellie started going through his desk drawers. "Ah, ha, here we go." He said after making a mess. "When this is all said and done, I must hire a personal secretary to organize my shit." Mr. Vanellie said to himself, leaving the office, file in hand. He sat down at his kitchen table looking over the file while waiting for the twins to arrive. "Mr. John Swiss of 257 Rugby Street, oh how you'll regret ever meeting me." He said letting out an evil laugh. Mr. Vanellie kept files on everyone he interacted with, researching every detail he could find about the individual.

Mr. Vanellie had waited long enough. The twins should have called or been at his mansion by now. "Fuck! What is keeping those two? They should have finished that fool off by now." He was pacing back and forth, starting to get anxious. "That fighter couldn't have been in the best shape, especially after taking on Big Grey." Mr. Vanellie couldn't wait any longer. He got his phone out and called Craig. After he didn't get an answer, he gave Freddy a call. After being unsuccessful at getting ahold of the twins, Mr. Vanellie grabbed his gun and headed to John's house. "Guess I will take care of that fucking idiot myself." Mr. Vanellie said, getting into his car.

Morgan had tried several more times to get ahold of John. Having no success, he decided he would just have to pay him a visit. Morgan was walking down the sidewalk through town when he saw someone that looked like Mr. Vanellie head into the bar. "Finally, I knew he had to show up sometime." Morgan said as he headed to the bar himself. After making his way around the bar, checking everyone out, the man he thought was Mr. Vanellie, turned out not to be. "Well, crap. Guess I'll go get my motorcycle and head to John's." Morgan headed home, watching everyone he passed on the street, hoping to see Mr. Vanellie.

After arriving at John's house, Mr. Vanellie knocked on the door and rang the doorbell. When no one answered, he gave John a call on his phone. "Ah, you think turning your lights out and your phone off will fool me, do ya?" Mr. Vanellie said after his call went straight to voicemail. He knocked a couple more times before attempting to kick the door in. "Let's see if my training from Big Grey pays off." After taking a few steps back, Mr. Vanellie came forward and lifted his leg up to kick the door. He put all of his weight into it and as his foot hit right beside the door knob, the door swung open. "What do ya know? My strength training paid off." Mr. Vanellie said as he entered the house. The house was dark and quiet. As he proceeded into the house, Mr. Vanellie quickly drew his gun. "Fuck, I grabbed the wrong one." he said to himself, looking down at his gun. He was in such a hurry when leaving the mansion he had grabbed his .22 instead of the .50 cal. "Good thing I'm a hell of a shot." He thought, while making sure he had a live one in the chamber.

While riding his motorcycle toward John's house, Morgan was thinking about Mr. Vanellie. 'Wonder where that fucking fool is hiding?' As he got into town, he once again kept his eyes out for Mr. Vanellie.' Why couldn't I have gotten night vision to go along with all this other crazy shit that's going on with me?' Morgan thought to himself. The dimly lit street lights and head light on his motorcycle, were not enough. In the dark of night, it was too hard for Morgan to clearly identify anyone he saw walking on the sidewalks.

He was about two blocks from John's house when a vision hit. The vision started with a screen of smoke. As the smoke cleared, laying in a pool of blood, Morgan saw his lifeless body. Clearing away even more, he saw Sara laying there with smoke rolling off of her. Morgan could even smell the odor of burnt flesh mixed with hair. This caused tears to roll down Morgan's cheeks. As the smoke continued to clear, he saw Big Grey, Zeus, Jimmy Boy, Craig and Freddy all standing around, admiring their work. "Good job, men!" Morgan heard a familiar voice say. As the vision changed focus, it showed Mr. Vanellie standing there applauding the five men. There was someone standing next to him but the remaining smoke made it hard for Morgan to see who it was. Mr. Vanellie turned and looked at the man hidden in the smoke. "Now you see what happens....." The vision broke as Morgan heard someone laying on their horn and the screeching of tires.

As the vision faded, Morgan saw a car sliding sideways as it was trying to stop. He quickly hit the throttle, pulling away as the car barely missed his back tire. "Damn, that was close!" Morgan yelled as he continued on his way to John's house. As he was coming down John's street, Morgan was still three houses away when he felt the tingling sensation. 'How odd!' He thought as the tingling gradually got stronger as he got closer. Pulling up in front of the house, Morgan noticed a black Mercedes with blacked out windows. "Something is not right here. That's not John's car and the house door is open." Morgan said to himself, parking the motorcycle and running up to John's house.

Mr. Vanellie had made his way through every room in the house. As he checked every closet and cabinet, there was no sign of John. After checking under the bed, he made his way down the hall back toward the front room. That's when he heard the sound of a motorcycle. "It's about fucking time." Mr. Vanellie said, stopping at the end of the hall. Mr. Vanellie, patiently waiting for John to enter, listened as the motorcycle shut off and heavy footsteps came towards the house. Mr. Vanellie came out from the hallway pointing his gun. "Welcome home J..." Expecting it to be John, he was surprised to see Morgan standing there. "Well, well, well, looks like you decided to join me after all." He said, still pointing his gun at Morgan.

"Fuck you!" Morgan replied as he advanced towards Mr. Vanellie.

Mr. Vanellie aimed at Morgan's heart and pulled the trigger. Quickly moving to the side, Morgan took a shot in the left shoulder. The shot made Morgan stagger and fall, but not for long. While reaching up and grabbing his shoulder, he stood up, laughing. "It's going to take a lot more than that to save your pathetic ass."

Mr. Vanellie quickly fired off a couple more rounds. One hit Morgan's right thigh and the other, his left. Morgan dropped to his knees, still holding his shoulder. Grimacing in pain from the shots to his thighs, he looked up as Mr. Vanellie hit him upside the head with the gun. Still on his knees, Morgan glanced up to see Mr. Vanellie coming in for another blow to his head. As Morgan removed his hand from his shoulder, he grabbed Mr. Vanellie's wrist, blocking the blow. Mr. Vanellie's eyes grew big in surprise. "What the fuck?!" he shouted, noticing that the wound on Morgan's shoulder had almost completely healed. Before Mr. Vanellie could react, Morgan brought his left arm up and punched him in the gut. The blow was hard enough that it knocked Mr. Vanellie to the floor.

Morgan was slow getting back up to his feet as the wounds in his thighs were still burning with pain. "As I was saying, it's going to take a lot more than that fucking pee shooter to stop me." Morgan scalded Mr. Vanellie, still grimacing from the pain. It didn't take long before the healing began and the pain started to subside. As Morgan began to advance towards him, Mr. Vanellie sat up, pointing the gun at him again.

"Hold it right fucking there!" He yelled at Morgan, "You take one more step and I will unload this clip into your fucking chest."

Morgan hesitated for a moment, trying to decide if he wanted to chance taking that many shots. With his thighs still healing, he didn't know if he could successfully dodge them all. "Fine, you win." Morgan said, putting his hands in the air.

Mr. Vanellie slowly picked himself up off the floor, careful as to not take his eyes or gun off Morgan. "That's more like it." He said with a faint laugh. "You see, you're after the wrong guy. Although you did come to the right house, it is not me you are looking for."

"What the fuck are you talking about? Your guys are the ones who attacked my wife and I. Being that you're their fucking leader and I saw you at the fucking scene, you are the fucking bastard I am after. And why did you say I came to the right house?" Morgan was clenching and unclenching his fists, ready to pounce.

"Don't you fucking move!" Mr. Vanellie warned. "How the hell do you know if I was at the scene? And how in the hell did your shoulder heal so quickly?" Mr. Vanellie took a few steps back, putting more distance between them.

"That's two questions I don't know the answer to. Now tell me, why did you say I came to the right house?" Morgan demanded.

"Why, you ask? Well, that's simple. It's because your weasel of an agent, John, put your life on the line. Simple as that. Now you see why you have the wrong guy?" Mr. Vanellie said as he started laughing.

Morgan's thighs had finally healed. Taking the opportunity to catch him off guard, he charged at Mr. Vanellie while he was laughing. Reacting quickly, Mr. Vanellie fired off a couple of rounds. Morgan came in low, dodging the shots, planting his shoulder into Mr. Vanellie's gut and driving him into the wall. As they collided with the wall, Morgan heard the gun hit the floor as the air got knocked out of Mr. Vanellie. Morgan stepped back as he watched Mr. Vanellie double over, falling to the floor, trying to catch his breath. "Where is John? What have you done to him?" Morgan asked as he approached Mr. Vanellie.

On his hands and knees, Mr. Vanellie reached for the gun as he replied "I haven't found the little fucker yet."

Kicking the gun out of his reach, Morgan reached down, grabbed Mr. Vanellie by the collar and picked him up so that they were face to face. Before he could say or do anything, Mr. Vanellie brought his hands up and poked Morgan in the eyes.

"Ah, you son of a bitch!" Morgan screamed as he instinctively released him to cover his eyes.

Taking the opportunity while he could, Mr. Vanellie quickly jumped away, making his way back to the gun. "I don't know what kind of drugs you are on making you heal so fucking quick. All I do know, is your supposed to be dead, and I'm going to make sure you are this time." Mr. Vanellie said as he aimed at Morgan again.

Morgan reached out with his right hand, grabbing Mr. Vanellie by the throat. He had moved so quickly, he didn't have time to pull the trigger. Pulling him in so that they were once again face to face, Morgan started squeezing, digging his thumb and fingertips into Mr. Vanellie's throat. "Let's just say that I'm back from the dead to return the mother fucking favor."

Out of instinct, Mr. Vanellie brought his left hand up and started pulling at Morgan's hand, fighting to get free, but his grip was too strong. It wasn't until he about dropped the gun that Mr. Vanellie remembered he was still holding it. Bringing it up, level to Morgan's gut, he unloaded the five remaining rounds into him. Morgan looked right into Mr. Vanellie's eyes, giving him a look of pure anger. Morgan squeezed Mr. Vanellie's throat hard enough that his thumb and fingertips ripped right through the skin. Mr. Vanellie's eyes opened wide with shock as Morgan ripped out his throat. He stepped back, watching as Mr. Vanellie grabbed his throat in reflex. Blood was pouring out from around his hands like water out of a faucet. Once he dropped to his knees, then started falling forward, Morgan came in with a kick to his face right before Mr. Vanellie's head hit the floor. He kicked him hard enough that it broke Mr. Vanellie's neck.

Morgan stumbled slowly to a nearby chair, he needed to sit down for a moment. "Damn, I hope that wasn't too much." Morgan said, looking down at the gunshot wounds in his gut. "I have to get out of here. I'm sure someone has called the cops by now. With all the gunshots that got fired, I'm surprised they haven't shown up yet." Morgan said to himself, slowly rising from the chair. As he walked towards the door, he was in so much pain that it felt like he was on fire. Outside, however, Morgan felt a wave of energy flow through his body. Looking down at his gut, he watched as the healing began. With the pain finally subsiding, Morgan quickly made his way back to his motorcycle. No sooner than starting the motorcycle, he heard sirens off in the distance. "Time to go" he said, as he hit the throttle and took off.

# CHAPTER 8

After taking another long ride through the countryside, Morgan finally returned home. Upon entering his house, he headed straight for the shower to wash off all the dried blood from his encounter earlier. "Man, it's a good thing it was dark out and no one noticed this mess." He said, looking at himself in the mirror. His jeans had holes from the gun shots to his thighs and blood stains ran down his legs. Morgan also had dried blood streaked across his body, hands and arms. After getting all cleaned up, he considered giving John a call. "His phone has to be on by now and I need to find out his connection to Mr. Vanellie. Plus, I need to know if he is ok." Morgan said to himself, pacing back and forth, cell phone in hand. After dialing John's number, it went straight to voicemail. "God damn it, John. Give me a call when you get this." Morgan said in frustration, hanging up the phone.

After sitting around for a bit, Morgan noticed his hunger, although fairly dampened, was still there. "Damn, I got to find out who is left. And who that man is that I saw standing next to Mr. Vanellie in that last vision. God, please don't let it be John." Morgan got up and started pacing again, trying to figure out what to do next. It finally dawned on him, he needed to call Krystal. She did still have important news to tell him.

Krystal had just finished breakfast and was about to turn on the news when her phone rang. Picking up the phone and looking at the caller ID, she saw that it was Morgan. "It's about damn time you called!" She scalded.

"Well, I deserved that." Morgan replied. "Look, I can't stress how sorry I am about yesterday and all the other days."

"Apologies won't get you shit!" Krystal cut in before he could finish what he was saying.

Morgan let out a sigh. "Please just listen to me." He pleaded. "I want to get together again. I guarantee this time I won't stand you up. What do you say?"

Krystal was silent for a moment. "How do I know you won't stand me up?"

"I won't leave my house. It seems every time I do, something comes up. So if you're not busy, I am home right now, come on over."

Krystal smiled. She liked that idea. "Well, I guess I can give you one last chance." She replied.

"Awesome, I can't wait to hear this important news you have." Morgan sounded kind of desperate.

"Oh, is that so? Well, in that case, I will hurry on over then." Krystal replied, sounding a little sarcastic.

He was going to reply, but she had already hung up.

It didn't take Krystal long to get over to Morgan's house. She had come up with a proposition that she couldn't wait to offer him. After welcoming her into his house, Morgan led Krystal into the front room so they could talk.

"I'm so glad that you're not standing me up this time." she said, giving him a smile.

Morgan smiled back, "I truly am sorry for not showing up before. Having you come over seemed like the best way to make sure it didn't happen again."

Krystal was giving him a cute pouty look. "You must be lonely not having Sara around."

"I'm doing alright. I've had a lot going on to keep me busy." Morgan replied, not sure where Krystal was going with this.

"I'm sure you have. You made the statement that you were going to hunt down and kill everyone involved in the attack. How's that going?"

Morgan didn't know how to reply to that. He didn't want to tell her about Mr. Vanellie and his men. "I'm still working on that, which brings me to why I wanted to talk to you." Morgan took a deep breath. "I need to know what the important news is that you were going to tell me back at The Diner. Also, have you seen or talked to John recently? His phone is off and I can't find him."

"Well for starters," Krystal replied as she stood up. "It hurts to know that all I am good for to you is information." She paused to glare at Morgan. "Since this information is so important to you, I have a proposition for you," she said, giving him a wink.

Morgan looked confused. "Ok, what is this proposition?"

Krystal walked over to where he was sitting, taking a seat on the coffee table in front of him. "I can answer your question about John and the important news is something you really need to hear." She leaned forward, looking directly into Morgan's eyes. "I have had a thing for you for a long time. Now I know you still love Sara, we both do. But to get the information you so desire, I want what I desire. I want you to make love to me."

"What the hell, is this some kind of joke? You can't be serious." Morgan exclaimed.

Krystal let out a slight chuckle, "I knew you would react like that." she placed her hand on Morgan's leg, caressing it. "You see, I'm not joking. I know how much you and Sara meant to each other so I never got in the way. But I have been physically attracted to you ever since we met." Krystal continued caressing his leg while she unbuttoned her blouse, exposing her breasts. "I have heard enough bedroom stories from Sara that I want to experience you for myself."

Morgan removed her hand from his leg, quickly standing up to put distance between them. "This is just absurd." he was appalled by what he had just heard. "I just can't believe what I'm hearing. You seriously expect me to make love to you just to get the information I want?" he turned his back to Krystal and started walking away.

Krystal got up to follow him, "What? You make it sound like the worst thing in the world. Can you honestly tell me that the information you want is not important enough to sleep with me?"

Morgan turned around to face her, "Look, I know Sara has been dead for six months. But having recently awaken from my coma, to me it feels like she just died." he closed his eyes as a couple tears leaked out. "Let's just say, the information is important but I will find another way to get it." he turned to walk away again.

Krystal reached out, grabbing Morgan's arm, causing him to turn back towards her. Throwing her arms around his neck and pressing her exposed breast against him, she gave him a kiss. "I'm sorry, but I am the only one who can tell you what you want to know." Krystal said as she stepped back, dropping her skirt to the floor.

Morgan rolled his eyes at her, "I can't believe this! You sure I can't just pay you for it."

"The only payment I want is you!" she replied, giving him a sexy look.

Morgan took a deep breath, "Damn! I really want that information." He paused, shaking his head. "Fine, I will fuck you but I am not making love to you."

Krystal had a big smile on her face. "Whatever you want to call it, but I better enjoy it." She replied as she walked up to him and unbuttoned his jeans.

Morgan still wasn't comfortable with what was about to happen, but Krystal was right, he needed this information. As he wanted to get this over with as quickly as possible, he wasted no time picking Krystal up and laying her down on the floor.

"What, we can't do this in the bedroom? She asked, while Morgan was removing his shirt. "The bed would be a lot softer."

Morgan glared at Krystal, "Look, I'm doing this because I feel I have no other choice. But I will be damned if I ever sleep with another women in Sara's and my bed." Morgan said while he finished getting undressed.

Krystal didn't reply. She understood his reasoning. Morgan grabbed her panties and started to pull them off. "Rip them off. I've always wanted a man to do that." Krystal said with a giggle. Morgan wanted to reply but decided not to. After ripping Krystal's panties off, as she requested, Morgan spread her legs, getting ready to penetrate her. "Wait." Krystal said softly, "I want the whole "Morgan K. Wright" experience." she said, looking into Morgan's eyes. "You know what I'm talking about."

"Fine!" he said irritably. Morgan slid down, placing his face in Krystal's crotch.

After he finished pleasing her, he got up and sat on the couch. It had taken longer than he wanted to reach his climax, although she had climaxed several times. "Wow!" Krystal said as she sat up. "Wow! Sara wasn't lying about you." she gathered her clothes as she stood up. "That has got to be the best..."

"Enough!" Morgan said cutting her off. "I have done what you asked, now tell me what I want to know." He demanded.

"Well, since that was really enjoyable, and I do mean really enjoyable." Krystal smiled and winked at him as she slid her skirt back on. "I guess I will accept that tone."

Krystal finished putting her clothes back on and took a seat on the table in front of Morgan. "Ok. Brace yourself, this is going to hurt." She said, giving him a very serious look. After taking a deep breath, she began. "Here we go. John called me the night of the attack. He told me he was leaving the warehouse after your number one contender fight, when he found you and Sara laying on the ground, dead. John was so upset, I was having a hard time understanding him. I asked him if he was absolutely sure that you guys where dead." Krystal paused to wipe away her tears. Taking another deep breath, she continued. "He said that the EMT's and police where already there and they confirmed that you guys were." she had to wipe away more tears.

"Did he tell you who did it?" Morgan asked.

"John told me that he might have been responsible for the attack." she paused when she noticed his muscles tense up.

Morgan started breathing heavy. "And did John tell you how he was responsible?"

She didn't like how Morgan was acting, it was making her feel uncomfortable. "Kind of...He said he heard some guys talking about the fight one night at the bar. John told me he convinced them to place a bet on you."

"And just how did that make him responsible for the attack?" he asked, cutting Krystal off.

"If you would let me finish, I will tell you." Krystal replied as she got up and moved to the chair on the other side of the table. With the way Morgan kept tensing up his muscles and the way he was breathing, she wanted some distance between them. "He told one of the guys that he was sure you would win. To prove it, John told them he would put your life on the line." Krystal about pissed herself when Morgan jumped up from the couch.

"Did he say any names? Who was he talking to?" Morgan asked as he started pacing.

"I...I...can't remember. It may have started with a V, but I'm not sure."

"Vanellie." Morgan said.

"Yes, yes that's it. John did say something about a 'Vanellie'."

"Fucking son of a bitch!" Morgan yelled.

Krystal was shaking from fright. "Morgan, you need to calm down. You're really scaring me. Who is this 'Vanellie'?"

Morgan turned towards Krystal, "Someone he should not have been dealing with. Now, where is John?"

"He called me yesterday, saying he needed to get away for a while."

"That son of a bitch." Morgan said, clenching his teeth. "Krystal, you need to leave, now!"

Krystal stood there, staring at him. She didn't want to leave, not with him being so pissed off. She was also getting turned on. Morgan had yet to put his clothes back on. He was standing there nude with all of his muscles tensed up. She wanted to throw herself onto him. "Are you sure you want me to leave?" Krystal asked as she walked up to him, reaching for his genitals.

Morgan pushed her hand away. "Get out of my house, now!" He demanded. "I am sickened by your actions and want nothing more to do with you. Now leave!"

Krystal about burst in tears. She had a feeling this wouldn't end well but had hoped for the best. She looked up at Morgan. Seeing the look in his eyes, she realized there was no hope. "Call me when you calm down, ok?" Krystal said, standing at the door, turning around and looking at him one last time.

Morgan gave her a look that could kill, "I will never call you. And if you call me, don't expect me to answer. Like I said, I don't want anything to do with you anymore. A true friend would have given that kind of information without wanting anything in return. As far as I am concerned, you are no friend of mine. Now get out of my damn house and my life right now!"

Krystal burst out in tears as she was running out the door. Morgan walked over and slammed the door behind her. "Now, where might John be hiding?" Morgan wondered. As he walked over to his clothes and picked them up, it hit him. "I know right where he is, and it's time to pay him a visit."

# CHAPTER 9

John didn't know anywhere else to go besides his cabin by the lake. Being that it is set in a pretty remote location, he felt safe. At least from Mr. Vanellie and his men. As for Morgan, John hoped he didn't connect him to the attack. "Oh, lord, I know I done wrong, but please help me." he pleaded. "I don't know how I'm going to get out of this mess."

John spent most of his time at the cabin pacing, on the brink of an anxiety attack. He already figured Morgan was behind the murders that were all over the news. It wasn't a coincidence that after Morgan's release from the hospital, and his outburst in John's car, that people started dying. Especially the people that had attacked him and Sara. "Oh man, what has become of Morgan?" John asked himself, as he poured a glass of whiskey. "Man, I hope this helps. I need some sleep." He finished his glass and laid down, hoping it would help him relax.

Morgan didn't waste any time. As soon as he figured out where to find John, he jumped on his motorcycle and hit the road. He thought if he figured it right, it would only take about an hour to reach John's cabin. He had only been there once since John had it built about eight months ago. He remembered that John wanted an old nostalgic getaway place. Having a log cabin built with no electricity, no running water and no sewer system, was what John called the 'perfect getaway'. "That has to be where he is." Morgan said as he hit the highway, laying on the throttle. He was having a hard time trying to figure out just why would John do this? What would he have to gain from it all?

Morgan had to stop and get some fuel for his motorcycle. After filling up, still thinking about John's involvement, Morgan got ready to take off when a vision struck.

The vision started with John sitting at the bar drinking a beer. While he sat there, Morgan could hear some guys talking in the distance. They were talking about his number one contender fight.

"Man, I can't believe Cutthroat Williams got locked up." one man said.

"Yeah, I know. What do you guys know about this 'Kane' guy?" Another man asked. Morgan thought this guy sounded like Mr. Vanellie.

"Not much. I know he's an underdog and lucky to even get this fight." The first man replied.

Morgan watched as John got up from the bar and walked over to where the men were sitting. As John approached the table, Morgan recognized two of the men. Mr. Vanellie was sitting there with Big Grey and two guys he had not seen before. "Excuse me, gentlemen." John said. All four men sitting at the table, turned to look at him. "I couldn't help but overhear your conversation."

"Yeah. So what's it to ya?" Big Grey asked.

"Well, you happened to be talking about my boy, Kane." John said with a smile.

Mr. Vanellie looked at the other two men, then back to John. "Is that so? Well, we were just discussing who to bet on. I was going to be putting my money on Cutthroat Williams, but since he won't be fighting, I'm not sure who I'm going with now." Mr. Vanellie took a sip of his drink. "Now, I'm not sure where this is really any of your business."

John cleared his throat, "You see, I think I can convince you into placing your bet on Kane."

"Is that so?" Mr. Vanellie replied. "Have a seat. Let's hear what you have to say." He said, motioning at the empty chair.

"This is a waste of time. Kane is an underdog. He isn't worth the bet." One of the other guys said.

"Give the man a chance. I want to hear what he has to say first." Mr. Vanellie said, motioning to John.

"Ok, yeah, he does have a point. Kane is an underdog, but that is even more reason to bet on him. If I'm not mistaken, that would pay ten to one. I don't know about you but that's sounds pretty good to me." John glanced around the table, all four guys were nodding their heads.

"Yea, but how do I know if it's a good move though?" Mr. Vanellie asked.

John was shaking his finger at Mr. Vanellie. "Very good question. Very good indeed. See, Kane's record is impressive. If you had been following him, you would know that he has only been in the cage for the last year and a half. Within that time, he has only lost three out of 35 fights."

"A year and a half. Exactly why he's an underdog. It takes about three years or sixty fights under your belt to get a chance at the title." One of the other guys said.

"See, that's how good Kane is. They have given him the opportunity, haven't they?" John replied.

"How sure are you that your boy, Kane, can win this?" Mr. Vanellie asked.

"Oh, I would put his life on it." John said, nodding his head.

"Is that so? Do you even know who I am?" Mr. Vanellie asked.

John nodded his head again. "Why, I most certainly do. You're Mr. Vanellie."

Mr. Vanellie chuckled. "Correct. And you still say you would put your fighter's life on the line?"

"Yep. I know Kane, he will win this fight. Even if he had one arm tied behind his back."

Mr. Vanellie leaned over and whispered something to Big Grey. "Fine. Let's say I put my money on Kane. If he wins, maybe I will give you a cut. But if he loses, well..." Mr. Vanellie let out a laugh. "You did say you would put his life on the line, right?"

"Yea, that's what I said." John replied.

"Well then, what was your name again?" Mr. Vanellie asked.

"I'm sorry about that. My name is John Swiss. I am the man responsible for getting Kane where he is today." he said with a look of pride.

"Well then, John Swiss, if you're willing to put Kane's life on the line, I will consider placing my money on him. If he wins, I will also consider giving you a cut. But I will need a way to contact you."

John reached into his pocket and pulled out a card. "Here ya go, this is my business card."

Mr. Vanellie took the card as the vision faded away.

"That son of a bitch made a deal with the fucking devil." Morgan yelled as he hit the throttle, taking off. After arriving at the lake, Morgan struggled to remember where the cabin was built. "Come on, I know it's around here somewhere. I remember a lot of trees. John wanted it to be hard to find."

Morgan stopped to take a look around when another vision struck. This vision started where a previous one, with the smoke, had ended. He saw Mr. Vanellie standing by the guy hidden in the smoke. As the smoke cleared, Morgan could clearly see John standing there. Mr. Vanellie looked at John. "Now you see what happens when you deal with me." Mr. Vanellie started laughing. "I'm out twenty million and you are your precious fighter." Mr. Vanellie gave John a very serious look. "Too bad your fighter's life wasn't worth the twenty million. Somewhere down the road, I will be calling on you for a favor." He said, giving John a hard pat on the shoulder. John just stood there, bowing his head. As the vision faded, Morgan felt a slight tingling sensation.

"Ah ha!" Morgan said, as he looked to his right. He didn't know how but somehow he overlooked the small dirt road between the trees. "Let the fun begin." Morgan said as he headed up the road.

After having no success trying to sleep, John got up and got another glass of whiskey. After pouring himself the drink, he made his way over to the fireplace. "Something about the flickering flames always helps me relax." John said as he lit the fire. As he set there on the couch, watching the flames, John couldn't help but think about everything going on. "Lord, I hope this all blows over soon."

As time went on, John finally started to doze off when he heard someone loudly knocking on the door. "Wonder who that could be?" John asked himself, as he got up and headed to the door. "Please don't let it be Mr. Vanellie." he said, as he opened it. John's heart skipped a couple beats when he opened the door and found Morgan standing there.

"Hey, buddy!" Morgan said, as he stepped through the door, brushing past John.

John shut the door and turned towards Morgan. "Hey, nice of you to drop by. What brings you out to my neck of the woods?" he asked with a nervous chuckle.

Morgan looked at him, displaying no emotions. "I believe there is something you haven't told me. And I think it's about time that you do."

"I'm not sure what you are taking about." John replied, trying to avoid making eye contact with Morgan. "Hey, do you want a drink?" he asked, as he headed towards the kitchen. "I was just about to open a new bottle of whiskey."

Morgan reached out, grabbing John by the arm. "Look, I'm not here to play any fucking games. I know what you have done, and now I want to hear it from you."

John took a big swallow, "I'm sorry, Morgan. I don't know what you're talking about." he said, pulling away from him.

Morgan gritted his teeth in frustration. "Krystal told me about your little meeting at the bar. I suggest you start explaining yourself right fucking now."

"You can't believe everything that comes out of that little bitch's mouth," he snapped back as he proceeded to enter the kitchen.

"Mr. Vanellie and his men are dead!" Morgan shouted.

That made John freeze in place, as chills ran up his spine. "So, you found out who attacked you guys? How did you figure that out?" he asked as he turned to face Morgan.

Morgan noticed John looked a little pale in the face. "You wouldn't believe me if I told you." he replied as he walked towards John. "I suggest you start telling me your side of all this, right now."

John quickly stepped to the side as Morgan approached him. "Alright, alright, I will tell you." he said nervously as he headed over to the fireplace. "Man, I didn't mean for all this to happen. I saw an opportunity, so I went for it."

Morgan wrinkled up his nose, exposing his gritting teeth. "What kind of opportunity?"

John took a big swallow. He knew this wasn't going to end well. "Look, I overheard Mr. Vanellie talking about the fight. I originally just wanted to convince him to bet on you. I wasn't going to make any deals with him, but I had an opportunity to make some money."

"You put my fucking life on the line, you son of a bitch!"

John could tell by the way Morgan looked that he wanted to tear him apart. "If you wouldn't have lost that damn fight, none of this would have happened."

"Don't you try to make this my fault. You're the one who made a deal with the fucking devil. They killed Sara because of you." Morgan leaped over the couch, heading straight towards John.

John reached over and grabbed the poker sitting beside the fireplace. Not knowing what Morgan was about to do, he thrust the poker forward, piercing his abdomen. Morgan stepped back, looking down at where John had just stabbed him. His shirt quickly became saturated with blood. Looking back up at John, who was still holding the poker, Morgan started to laugh. "Man, you shouldn't have done that." Grabbing ahold of his shirt, Morgan lifted it up, exposing the wound. "Check this out. Let me show you what I can do." he said, as he wiped away the blood.

John couldn't believe what he was witnessing. He could actually see the wound healing. "How in the hell is that possible?"

Morgan laughed again, as he lunged forward, punching John in the gut. "I wish I could explain it to you, but I'm still not sure of all the details myself." he said as John doubled over, hitting the floor.

"Pl...Pl...Please....for...forgive....me...I did...I did not....mean for...all this....to happen." John pleaded.

Morgan shook his head. "I'm sorry. I made a promise to my wife and I must follow through with it." Morgan said as he helped John back up, holding him up against the fireplace. "You see, not only do I heal quickly, but ever since I woke up from my coma, I have been seeing these visions." he grabbed ahold of John's face making sure they were eye to eye. "These visions have told me everything I needed to know, allowing me to up hold to my promise. I've seen everything. I watched as they beat me to death. I watched them rape and murder Sara. I could even smell Sara's burnt flesh after they set her on fire. I know you know what that smells like. I saw your fucking dumb ass there standing next to Mr. Vanellie."

"But...." John tried to plead with him again, but Morgan squeezed his jaw, shutting him up.

"You should have told me about your little deal before I ever stepped into the cage that night", Morgan scolded as he grabbed John by the shirt collar, throwing him across the room.

John hit the floor hard, sliding on his side until he hit the wall. John was slow to get back on his feet. "If I would have told you before the fight," he said, massaging his jaw from were Morgan squeezed it, "and you lost, it wouldn't have made any difference." John was quickly looking around for something to use as a weapon.

Morgan advanced quickly. As John turned to look at him, Morgan tackled him to the ground. "It wouldn't have made a difference?" Morgan asked, as he delivered a blow to John's side. "I wouldn't have brought Sara!" he said, delivering another blow. "Do you know what it's like to be bagged?" Morgan asked, as he delivered another blow, this time to John's ribs. He felt John's ribs break as the blow impacted.

John screamed out in pain as Morgan continued to deliver a few more blows. Morgan got up off of John and went over to the couch. Taking one of the throw pillows, Morgan unzipped it and pulled out the stuffing. He walked over to where John was laying on the floor. Reaching under John's armpits, Morgan lifted him up, placing him face first into the wall. "Please... don't do this..." John cried.

Morgan didn't say anything. He just slipped the throw pillow's cover over John's head, zipping it up so that it would not fall off. Morgan stepped back, standing in a boxing stance. John reached up to remove the pillowcase as Morgan started throwing rapid left and right punches to the back of John's head. "Fucking sucks doesn't it, Buddy?" Morgan asked as John's knees buckled and he crashed to the floor. Morgan pulled John's body so that he was lying flat on his back. "Tell me how this feels," he said as he started to kick John. After he was done kicking him, Morgan got down on his knees to see if John was still breathing. "Oh good, you're still with me. I still have more to share with you."

He picked John up again, standing him on his feet. As Morgan released him, he started to collapse. As John started to fall forward, Morgan delivered an uppercut, breaking his jaw and sending him backwards to the wall. "This is for Sara," Morgan told him as he began punching him in the face with all his might. Being propped up against the wall, John's head had nowhere to go. With every blow he delivered, Morgan could feel bones breaking. He stopped punching when he saw that blood was pouring out from the bottom of the pillow cover. Morgan threw John's lifeless body over his shoulder and carried him over to the fireplace. "I'm sorry it had to end like this, buddy, but there is one last thing. Again, this is for Sara," Morgan said as he set John's body down by the fireplace opening. He added some more wood to the fire, making sure it was blazing. As soon as it was, Morgan grabbed ahold of John, shoving him into the fire.

After shoving John into the fireplace, Morgan closed the safety gate and walked out of John's cabin. Never looking back, Morgan headed straight for his motorcycle and headed home. His hunger was finally satisfied.

# CHAPTER 10

With his hunger finally being satisfied, Morgan didn't know what was next for him. He decided to take the longest possible route home. He needed a good ride to clear his head. When he finally arrived home, instead of pulling into the driveway, he decided he would go pay Sara's grave a visit. He had nowhere else to go, and he needed someone to talk to. As he throttled up and took off, it finally set in, he was truly on his own now. With Sara and John both dead and no longer having anything to do with Krystal, Morgan had no one left.

Morgan arrived at the cemetery. After parking his motorcycle, he headed towards Sara's grave. As he approached, he hoped he would get that sensation again, and maybe he could talk to Sara. He made it all the way to the grave but nothing happened. Kneeling down to be close to her, he brushed some dirt off of the headstone.

"Sara, my love, I know you can hear me. I just wish I could hear you. I have returned to let you know that I have tracked down everyone involved in our attack and I have avenged your death." Morgan wiped away some tears that had seeped out. "Unfortunately, now I am truly alone. I can't even begin to tell you how disappointed and disgusted I am with Krystal. She is not the friend we thought she was, that's all I will say. As for John, you were right when you told me he was trouble waiting to happen. He is the one who caused all of this. He put my life on the line for a chance to make some money." Morgan paused to clear his throat. "I had to eliminate him along with six other men. Oh, Sara, I wish you were here. I don't know if I can do this on my own." he broke out in tears.

After he had finished crying, Morgan leaned forward, giving the headstone a kiss. "Good bye, my love. I just wanted to let you know that I kept my promise, and now I am making you a new one. I promise to visit you every day until I finally get the chance to lay by your side for all eternity." he gave her headstone one last kiss. "I love you, baby," he said as he stood up to walk away.

As soon as he stood, Morgan felt completely drained. For the first time since he had awakened, he had no energy. As his legs became weak and gave out, he fell, landing beside Sara's grave. Morgan laid there, breathing hard, trying to catch his breath. "What's... happening..." he cried out. As he attempted to get back up, his arms gave out, causing him to lay back down. As he laid there, unable to move, his breaths becoming shorter and shorter as his heartbeat slowly faded. Morgan realized at that moment, he had been given a second chance at life only to seek revenge. Now that everyone had been eliminated, he could finally rest in peace.

As he took his last breath, Morgan heard the sweet loving sound of Sara's voice. "Welcome home, my love."

THE END

# ABOUT THE AUTHOR

J. A. Cunningham was born and raised in Northeast Kansas, where he currently lives with his wife and three kids. His love for Science Fiction books has inspired him to share with the world his personal collection of stories stored in his creative mind.

Outside of writing, he enjoys fixing PC's, drawing, riding motorcycles, programming, reading, and most of all having fun with his family.

Along with 'Revenge So Sweet', J. A. Cunningham has also published 'Waking Up Dead', a short story. You can find 'Waking Up Dead' at most eBook retailers and in print at select locations.

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