RETRIBUTION

The house was dark and the porche that sat in the driveway watched me with muted eyes. Oh how it would talk if there were a key in the ignition. The amount of security on the house had already been taken care of by our friends at the power company so the door came open with a small, "pick, screw, turn."

As i went into his room, i saw his bulbous stomach rising and falling with the no doubt full meal many of our own had never seen. I hadn't made a noise that he noticed.

This was good.

In the shadowy corner of the room i snapped together the poison tipped spear. Looking at him, my rage built and i rammed the tip of it down through his liver, pinning him to the bed.

Awake now and coughing up blood, he managed to gurgle out the words, "who?" and "why?" I waited for the poison to circulate and then i spoke up, "we are the legion of workers that work for your company for less than equitable wages. You have done nothing but lower starting pay over the last year and while we starve, you have a lovely home that we worked for. You have forgotten The most basic tennant of being human: sharing. I am the devil in you. We are your jury. We have judged you unworthy of life and come to drag you back to hell."

As the old man died, relief came in my soul because justice was finally served and I was ok that it had come cold.