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The pitiful note was pathetic, only filling the distaste in my mouth. Somehow they thought this would fill in for my loss. Boy were they stupid. The only thing that would fill the loss is bringing them down. An eye for an eye, right?

I dropped the note to the floor, trying to refrain the hot tears that were threatening to fall. The ache in my heart was like nothing I've ever felt before, like a gut wrenching pain that made me wish to just end it all.

But that only fueled the fire for the pit of anger within me. The hate that burned inside me, the only thing that was helping me move through the day, the only thing to keep me standing on my two feet. I looked down at the note with distaste, storming up to my bedroom. I don't need to see it to know what it says, I've been staring at it so much I have it memorized by heart.

Sorry about your wife and child, it was truly an accident. We try not to hurt pedestrians but these things happen sometimes. Sorry.
-xofrnk

Pitiful, a pitiful excuse for an apology. This Frank guy has another thing coming for him if he thinks that he can just get away with this. I can see the incident every time I close my eyes. It fills my dreams every night, turning them into nightmares instead. Like it was burned into my brain with a metal rod, something that would scar me forever.

"Daddy, daddy, look at the birds!" Bandit exclaimed, tugging on my hand and pointing at the bright blue sky.

"I can see, they're very pretty," I remarked.

She smiled, skipping along in front of us. I held onto my wife's, Lindsay's, hand.

"She's so glad your home now," Lindsay said, watching our daughter spin around in a circle. "Did you get that family problem figured out?"

"Yeah, turns out my uncle left everything to his grandchild," I said. "They couldn't read his hand writing. Apparently it said Jared Way, not Gerard Way."

"Aww, no money for us," Lindsay joked.

I smiled, leaning over and kissing her cheek. I had just gotten back in town today after being gone for a week, the first thing we did was go out for ice cream. That's where we were now, walking home from the small shop.

"Does something feel...weird to you?" Lindsay whispered.

"Like what?" I asked.

I looked around at the people loitering the streets. I know New Jersey isn't the safest or cleanest place but it's still my home. The people seemed on edge almost, like they were expecting something to happen. Their hands tucked in their pockets as though they were hiding something.

"Yeah, you're right," I agreed, looking at the others skeptically.

There was less than a dozen people but I immediately didn't trust them. There was a sort of tenseness in the air.

"Let's hurry up, I have a bad feeling," Lindsay said.

Suddenly, there was the roar of an engine as two cars came squealing down the road.

"They're here! Get ready!" Someone near me shouted.

People came out from their places, pulling out very large and very illegal looking guns. Lindsay gasped, squeezing my hand tighter. The cars came to a stop near us, the windows rolled down as people started to shoot.

"Gerard, run!" Lindsay yelled over the loud sounds.

She ran forward, scooping up our little Bandit into her arms and started off down the sidewalk. I followed her quickly, only a few steps behind. Gunshots split my eardrums and I watched my wife stumble and fall to the ground. My blood ran cold as I dropped to my knees beside her.

Two bullet holes pierced her back, leaving a dark, bloody mark. Tears burned my eyes, the whole scenario around me seeming so petty. I rolled her over, hearing the soft, quiet wails of my child. Lindsay was frozen, her eyes open and empty of life. I took Bandit into my arms, looking down and seeing her in pain.

"Daddy! It hurts!" She screamed.

I looked at her back, noticing the bullet holes. The two bullets had gone through Lindsay's chest and into Bandit's back, still lodged in there. I cried out, the tears streaming freely now. Bandit's screams turned to soft whimpers and I held her against my chest, stroking her brown hair softly. She soon fell limp, the sounds silenced by death.

I looked up, the shooting had ceased and the people around me lay limp on the ground. The first car hurried off down the street and I saw the second one stalled. I caught glimpse of someone in a grey suit with a grey fedora looking at me before the window shut and the car hurried down the street, leaving me in a cloud of dust.

I sobbed, my body wracked with tears as I rocked back and forth, cradling my small, three year old daughter to my chest. Or three and a half, as she always liked to correct me. Too young to die, too young to be taken from this world. She could've done such amazing things with her life, gone off to college, get married, have kids.

And my wife, oh my poor wife. She's the most beautiful woman I've ever met. Full of grace and wisdom, artistic talent dripping from her fingers. She made me so happy, I loved her so much. I let out a small scream, which only dwindled down to more sobs.

Police cars sped up to the scene. People bustled around me but I just sat where I was. They took my wife away, struggling to take my daughter too.

"Sir, please let go of the child," the woman said.

"No! My baby! My poor little baby!" I cried, hugging Bandit's limp body tighter. "My little baby Bandit!"

They pried her from my arms and I curled into a ball, hugging my knees to my chest. I was covered in their blood, and so was the ground where I laid. They tried talking to me, tried taking me away. But the only thing I could think of was that man in the suit. He must've been a leader, he didn't shoot anyone, only watched instead. I needed my revenge.

I tightened my red tie, pulling on my black suit jacket. The incident had just happened a little over a month ago and I was now joining the corporation. Or company? Maybe mafia? I'm not entirely clear on what it is exactly, but I'm joining, today's my first day.

It seems insane for a man to join the group of people that killed his family, but what's a better way of destroying them than from the inside? It took a week of background assessments, contracts, and interviews for them to finally let me in. They didn't know I was the man from the streets, whoever was in charge of the applications. And they also saw that I didn't work for the law so there was really no reason to not accept me. I do know that they are sort of assassin/vigilantes. Sometimes they work alone when after a single target, or in groups when there's a lot of people, like the one my family and I had gotten caught up in.

I drove the distance, which was actually rather short, to what looked to be a small, one story office building. The sign in the front said something about retail, which instantly confused me. All the interviews had been done at my house, I never saw where they worked until they e-mailed me the address. I stepped inside the small lobby, filled with a couple chairs and a lady at a receptionists desk.

"I'm sorry, I think I have the wrong place," I said. "I was told this was where the Iero...um corporation is?"

"It's a company, don't let the big boss hear you say that, he takes pride in being the only boss after his father passed away," the woman said. "You must be the new guy, Gerard Way. I'm Jamia."

"Yeah, hey," I greeted.

"Take that elevator down to the second floor, I'll unlock it for you, everyone has their own key so that way random people can't come in and use the elevator to get to the base," Jamia explained.

"What is this, a decoy?" I asked, gesturing to the lobby.

"You're smart, you'll be a good one," she said. "But one thing you didn't notice."

"What's that?" I asked.

"Take the elevator down to the second floor," Jamia repeated from earlier.

I thought for a moment before I caught on. "Wait, how does this place have a second floor if it's only one story?"

"Take the elevator down to the second floor," she repeated again. "You have to stay sharp in a place like this. Notice the small details."

"It's all underground?" I asked, my eyes widening.

As much as I hate to admit it, that actually sounds really cool.

"Find Ray Toro, he's the one who will be showing you around," she said, flashing me a sweet smile.

The doors chimed, opening for me. I stepped in, letting the doors shut as a looked at the array of buttons that went all the way up to fifty. I pressed number two, feeling it start to drop. When the doors opened again, I saw the bustle of the place. It was actually pretty crowded. There was another receptionists desk, except this one looked more high tech and the lady didn't look so friendly.

"I'm looking for, uh, Ray Toro," I told her.

She scowled and pressed a button to a PA system, putting her mouth up to the microphone.

"Ray Toro come to the main desk," she announced.

Way to say please, bitch.

A few moments later a man came up with extremely curly brown hair. I could faintly tell he was talking but I just kept staring at his hair, it was hypnotizing.

"Hey, are you even listening?" Ray asked.

"Do you ever hide things in there?" I asked, still staring at it. "Like, you can sneak so many snacks into the movies."

He grabbed my arm and started pulling me down a hallway to start the tour.