Random Ramblings of the Wayward Mind of Damien Concordel
Now things are different. Those laws be damned. These humans want us subdued and enslaved. They want us to forget everything every time. Well we’re going to give them a reckoning they’ll never forget. And believe me, even if we wipe most of them out, we will never let them forget it.
Mike had ended up alone, his family stripped from him by ridiculous accidents. A little voice had started in his head then, an unwanted, unbidden, unprovable, ridiculous rationalization of the events, a kind of conspiracy theory in his mind, a budding paranoia that someone was after him and his family. He knew it wasn’t likely to be remotely true, and that coincidences happen, but even so, somehow he’d found it comforting, in a way.
So when he’d nearly missed blending into the red paint on the grille of that truck, he had hatched his plan.
All funerals are sad, but when revenge gets involved, this one is sad in more ways than one.
An unsuspecting man ends up the unwitting pawn of a scheming woman’s near-perfect plot.
*Trigger warning: sexual themes*
