by D. M. Burns
Agent Lance Williams never brings it up when I slip a file back across the table though. It would be in his best interest to keep it that way to, but really? What the fuck is he going say to a guy like me anyway?
I’m their definition of a walking cyber death sentence waiting to detonate, technologically lethal and sizably scary as fuck. Not to mention, my intellect is off the charts but with a borderline mind psychologically set up to wreak havoc at the drop of a dime. I’m capable of making you disappear without a plan in place or a roadmap for directions. Hannibal style without the sweet tooth craving for flesh or A1 dipping sauce on the side.
For shit’s and giggles, let’s just say that I don’t wake up one morning and make that virtual timecard computer check-in. There’s going to be a lot of people that find some really upsetting shit taking place around them. The likes of which that’ll set-off a war unlike any other in history.
I’ve got slick shady secretive shit on everyone; from your average John Doe to the god damn president himself. I’m thoroughly confident that I’m safe from the government’s blowback. Not that they give a shit about lassoing my ass for cleaning up their file folder of fatal fuckery.
That is, unless, I drop my god damn zippo at your house during my visit. Yeah, that shit with Jake Sellers was a fuckup on my part. First time for everything. Good save on Renegade’s behalf though. I’ll admit I lost my shit with that prick. The pure joy I got out of ending that serial rapist’s dick dipping days was not healthy but then again, I never said it was, fuck him.
That doomed DNA had to be dealt with, period. Jake was never going to stop. There was no rehabilitation for that fucker’s sick desires. His twisted mind was wired wrong and that was his birthright. Our tax dollars being spent on providing that asshole a roof, food, and caged existence until he died from old age was the second best-case scenario. That pissed me the fuck off. What I did, in my mind, was a mercy killing for which he did not deserve.
After chatting with Sellers’ something snapped deep inside of me, catastrophic chaos. That bullshit with Asia was too close to home. I’m not making excuses and I’m far from being sorry, likelihood-never. I embraced that red-eyed demonic entity that lives inside of me like a long-lost family member. Welcome home Casper the Crypt Keeper. You’ve been missed my little paranormal presence of penance for the criminally challenged.
My family is safe, and Renegade is happy. That alone was reason enough for me to drape the Grim Reapers cloak over my shoulders and help out with rollcall. Fucking with my family brings forth a wicked desire multiplied, gruesome.
They’re the only claim I have left to a stable existence since the day my angel disappeared. It’s been six years since Alexandria evaporated into thin air. She was the only person capable of stirring up life within my soul. Around her, I felt human, alive. Something instead of nothing.
Now my Satan ways are only censored somewhat by my Chaos clan. I’m a ticking time bomb looking for an outlet before I explode. A worthy distraction that can entertain the beast within. That’s this Rebel’s way of life…
Catastrophic Chaos Unstable.
Fighting A Crazed Craving.
Nasty Nightmares Without A Cure.
Unmatched Demented Desires.
My Twisted Life of Purgatory In Search For Peace.