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    Vengeance of tragedies - Murderer of Love

    Written by Kenji Yang 2-20-2014

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    They beat her. They beat him.

    There once was a rich man who had a beautiful young daughter. The man was happy that his daughter had found the man who would love her, even though he was a nobody. They loved one another so much that they wanted to get married. The father agreed and praised their love. He promised to be with her through easy and hard times, to bond souls...

    They cut her. They cut him.

    There were many people who were jealous that they couldn't have her love nor her body, not even her fathers fortune. So they hired people to defile his daughter and torture his son in law. To hurt one, is to hurt another.

    They stabbed her. They stabbed him.

    She was pregnant. They made him watch. Then they murdered her. They murdered him.

    She died. He died.

    He held a blood soaked corpse in his hands. The love of his life, lay before him. All he could hear was the rumbling of the train passing overhead. Her lips struggled to make a smile, her eyes flooded with tears. With her bloodied hand, she reached for his face. Her fingers slightly touched his face, then fell to the ground. He set the small corpse by it's mother and slowly stood up. His scream was inaudible. His soul, murdered.

    The News.

    "Late last night, Police were called to a murder scene where a pregnant young woman was murdered in a gruesome manner. Reports say that she is the daughter of Gregory Borne of Borne industries, a multimillion..."

    The Father.

    An old man stood by the window and peered into the city. Silence ran throughout the room until it was broken by the whips of thunder and lightning cracking the sky. The crowd of men standing behind him stood there silently. He handed the phone to his butler.
    "Find him. Bring me his head."

    The Killers.

    A man and four of his friends were drinking at a bar late one night. One of them decided to finally get up and pay the bill. No one noticed he had left. Two of the five went outside to have a cigarette. One of them left out to the car with a girl. The last man was asleep at their corner table.

    The Contractors.

    "I'm sorry for your loss Mr. Borne. We will do everything in our power to find this man. Kayne Industries is behind you."

    "Money talks Mr. Borne. He can't hide forever. Trust me, we are Chang Industries."

    "You should have never trusted him Mr. Borne. The poor are just trouble. As the mayor, I will have top men to find this man."

    The Shadow.

    He stumbled into a dark alley. Covered in blood, wound, bruises and what not. He kept crawling. Then, it approached him. It's strong arms lifted him up into the air. The drops of rain kissed his face. His conscious fades.

    The Demon.

    The man goes back to their table where he discovers a knife plunged into his friends head. His eyeball spewing a yellow and red fluid and brain matter oozing out of his forehead.He ran outside to find one hung in the air by his own intestines while the other lay on top a table, back split open. His spine was torn out and shoved in his mouth.Running to the car, he finds his last friend decapitated. Every joint on his body was cut clean as his parts were scattered in the car. The man felt a sharp pain as his legs gave out. Then his arms. He screamed in pain but is muffled by the sounds of the storm.

    The Informer.

    Derrick Kayne sat in his large house as he would on a normal Friday. Signing documents and papers that need be. When you look at him, you would think of him as a great business man, but little did you know that he was they ugliest of the ugly. He would hire people to kidnap girls and keep them as his play toy. If he wanted your wife, he would get your wife. Even your daughter.

    Aimee Chang might seem like a women of greatness, but in reality, she is a cold blooded murderer. If she's jealous of your looks, she would have people "Fix" it. A public figure for death and torture. When she gets mad, who ever made her mad would probably be dead or a vegetable. Most likely dead. Her looks will have you eating out of her palm. Her words would woe any man or woman.

    Mayor Trevor E. Morgan. Never did much wrong in the public's eye. Then again, he does get money under the table from his corporate friends. Well, all but one. The justice system to him mean corruption. He has to have it his way. If not, you can bet you and your family to be gone in one night. No bodies. No news. Nothing. The man who you all love and trust is your worst nightmare.

    The First.

    Kayne was slowly undressing himself. His eyes examined a young woman bound to the bed. She kicked and tried to scream, but none would be heard. The lightning boomed and the lights died out."Romantic isn't it? Well, I hope you don't mind when I-"He looked down to see that it was removed. He tried to scream, but felt a sharp pain pierce through his muscles, tendons, and tongue. Blood gushed out of his nose and mouth as he felt a hand grasp his throat."Her innocence defiled..." The figure slowly pushed a three hooked knife into Kayne's neck. Slowly pulling it out, tearing everything it hooked onto, shredding his throat and jugular. Kayne gurgled in blood and dropped to the ground. The man walked over and cut the girl loose. "I am the devil."

    The Second.

    Chang hung up the phone and laughed to herself. "Hah! That old pervert died. I knew he would die one day from what he did. Who ever that was would never get close to me." She called her men to stand guard outside her room. Grabbing an expensive bottle of wine, she poured herself a glass. She swished it around slowly, inhaled the delicious smell, and took a sip. Then she felt a hand grasp her head from behind. It slammed her face into the glass cup, slicing and impaling her face. The man grabbed a piece of glass wrapping his arm around her throat, he slit one of her eyes open. "Beauty... You tore her wings off..." She tried to scream, but that only helped out the man. He took a handful of glass and shoved it down her mouth. She swallowed the glass, coughing out blood. The man pulled out a knife and slowly, he skinned her face while she was alive. The man picked up the phone and called security. "I am ugly."

    The Last.

    Morgan was scared. He had his security and police escort with him inside his mansion at all times. "This b*****d. He's come back! There's no way. It's impossible. He can't travel that fast! No... No, no, no... It's no ghost..! I'm not crazy!" The guards looked at him a little confused and a little disturbed. "What are you looking at?! Do your god damned job! I'm the Mayor! You have to protect me!" The lights flickered and he trembled in fear. Sweat dripped from his forehead as he paced back and fourth. "I need more people in here! Eight is not enough!" The guard nodded and got on the radio. Footsteps were heard running down the hall, then all came to a silence. "Well?! What the hell are you waiting for? Open the door!" They unlatched the doors and opened them. The lights died out and a horrid darkness crawled into the room. The guards lights flashed on and they stumbled to their feet. Searching the room, they were pulled into the darkness one by one until it was only Morgan himself.
    "Life..." The lightning flashed and a dark figure stood in front of him.
    "W-who are you? What do you want?!"
    The dark figure moved closer. "Beat..."
    Morgan backed up a little more and the lightning flashed, this time, the figure was right in his face.
    "Death!" Morgan screamed in horror as the dark figure pierced his hands with blades. "Oh my god! I'm sorry! I didn't mean to!" His nose flooded with mucus and the smell of urine stained the air. "You will fell her pain just like I have." The figure cut his stomach pulling out his intestines and digging up towards his heart. "I'll always be in your heart was her last words..." He grasped the mans heart and squeezed until the man ceased to move.

    The Calm.

    The men who was in Borne's office earlier entered the room. Each one of them held the head of the three. "Here are the heads of Kayne, Chang, and Morgan." He nodded. "That was fast... Good wo-" He was cut off by one of his men. "They were given to us by a mysterious man. He didn't speak. But he vanished in an instant. He also handed us these rings." Borne's heart skipped a beat and his throat felt heavy. He slowly turned around and made his way towards them. He stopped and grabbed the rings. "I-Impossible! My daughter was buried with this! Don't tell me he..." He quietly sobbed.

    The Update.

    "After the deaths of two corporate leaders and the mayor, witnesses and victims have risen to tell about the misdeeds of these people. The most surprising witness is the young lady who shared with us her story of what this vigilante looks like. Is he really a hero or a murderer? Authorities..."

    The End.

    "I will always be in your heart... - You're so beautiful, you're basically an angel! - You're so cute and innocent! I love you so much!"