The Man

A man waits on a park bench, consumed by a long-burning hatred. Thoughts and voices scream in his mind, telling him to exact his revenge. For now, though, he waits. Waits for his time to strike. Waits and stews and readies himself to take his life back from the person that so callously ripped his future from him. And Fate has blessed him with tools of balance, tools of destruction, tools of reckoning. Once a person of virtue and compassion, life and illness have forged this man into a raging menace with a deadly, singular objective. And the time for waiting will soon be over.