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Join Date: Jan 2009
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Darkness. Its warm and familiar, I can't see anything but I hear voices not sure what they are saying but they sound panicked.
"...pressures dropping..."
"...losing pulse..."
"...charge it again dammit..."
What are they doing I wonder.
Darkness. I remember trying to find light for a long time and now all I see is darkness. The black is so deep that I can't even see my hands in front of me.
Falling. Fast. the warmth is rushing away from me. I see light, it's cold.
I hear screaming, a womans voice, my name.
"MAAAAAAATTT!!!!"
It's the same thing everytime I try to sleep the nightmares and the screams. Today I stop them both.
Its been eight months since the night I lost the only good thing I ever had. Emily.
The rehab is over I feel stronger than ever and now I have a purpose, revenge.
The gangs that took her from me will pay. For every drop of blood they spilled I will take from them buckets.
Eight long painful months I've sat and thought of how many other innocent lives these scumbags have destroyed and steeled myself to the fact that this mission will not end until my city is safe for all those who live in it.
I re-enforced the leather jacket in my closte and placed steel plates over the vital areas like a flak jacket. The old night vision goggles from the pawn shop down the street will give me sight in pitch black of night. I place the finishing touch on the helmet and its time to begin.
Let the criminals remember how to be afraid, let them be theones running in terror, they will know fear is RAVEN.
Darkness.
__________________Hindsight is always 20/20...
But looking back it's still abit fuzzy. Dave Mustaine
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