They tried to kill me, but I didn't die.
I woke up in a dark and drizzling alleyway. A street gutter loudly gulped down the puddles of blood and water around my body. I could feel the stab wounds in my back, and my head still rang from the impact of a crowbar.
I used to kill people for a living, so believe me when I say this was a sh*t job. But I gave up that life. I tried to walk away. Even moved to another city and changed my name. But somehow, they still found me. They wouldn't let me live, and they failed to let me die. They stabbed me in the back, but they should have made sure I was dead.
I won't be turning the other cheek this time. There will be a reckoning.
I winced in pain as I turned on my side and waited for an ambulance. There was a deep, righteous anger flowing through me, keeping me alive. I stared into the abyss of the long dark night, and waited.