It’s hard to think about it all. I’m so pissed, and so friggin’ happy at the same time.
With everything we’ve been through since I met my dad, I’ve just been runnin’ on anger. ‘Kickin’ ass and takin’ names’ is what Nails’d say. And man, my list is gettin’ long.
I got to take one off of that list, thanks to L.
He found my step-dad. Dumbass was goin’ through Vegas. I don’t care how the cops picked him up, and I don’t care how L found out it was him. But he did, and he brought me to him. Without the others, which is good. I don’t think I could have done what I did with them around.
He was all tied up, just like I always wanted him to be. But it wasn’t right. When he used to… He didn’t tie me up. I tried to fight every time, but I was too small, and too weak. He would… Doesn’t matter. He won’t any more.
I untied him. He hit me, or tried to. I broke his hand like I was crumpling paper. He’ll never do that to anyone again. I told him to repent. I don’t know why. I wanted an apology. I knew I would never get one. Just like I thought, he tried to hit me again. He fell, I kicked him and told him to repent. He spat at me. And before I knew it, like it was second nature… The knife was in my hand, and I called out to my father. my real one. This death was for Huitzilopochtli.
And just like that, it was over. he would never hurt anyone again. L helped me move him outside to finish the ritual as it was shown to me. The sacrifice was made.
We took what was left of him back to my old trailer in the desert. We burned it all to the ground. Made it look like an accident. My old life, all of it, is gone now. James Fisher, street thug, high school dropout, he’s dead now. It’s a shame. He had real potential. He would have been 18 next month.
My life as it is now is all for the road that my father has shown me. If it is the plan of the universe that I grow and become, well, a god, then I guess that’s what I’ll do. And now, I’ll make sure no one ever gets hurt like I was again. I will make sure that all those bastards out there get what’s coming to them, or they live in fear of the day I come to visit.
I think I could get used to this…