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` PRELUDE
His hands were shaking as he squeezed around the neck tighter.
It was their fault, all of them. They made him do it.
He had no choice.
He tried to talk some sense into him before he popped the gun off.
They could still turn around and leave.
But it was too late.
Two shots in the dark.
Another body.
They pounded the pavement together, no sirens wailing in the background.
Not in this neighborhood.
Together they made one; there was no he without him. They were here.
Where was here? Anywhere they were when they needed to be handled.
He talked a good game, sometimes his partner actually believed in what he was doing.
In what they were doing. Maybe they weren't innocent victims.
Maybe those motherfucker’s really did deserve it.
Either way the cookie crumbled, right or wrong, good or bad they were the vigilante.
There was no turning back from that, not now, not again.
They were here to stay, he was here to stay.
He would continue to protect those who could not protect themselves.
Until his very last breath.