Death.


Despair.


Desolation.


Chaos.


All of these things rushed through my head the minute Grandma said she was at the hospital, all in the blink of an eye. I thought to myself that this was the last happy day of my life for a looooong time forward.

Then she said that she'd broken her elbow, and all returned back to normal. Almost...
I still had that cold feeling of dread somewhere in the lower region of my stomach. I asked lots 'n lots 'o questions to make sure that she was allright, that everyone treated her good and that it had been just an accident. Because, if she had been robbed or just felled to the ground by some reckless teenager, i would be out on the prowl at this very moment, searching for the poor soul that'd hurt my granny, and when i found this poor devil, i would make sure that he knew exactly why i savagely maimed, tortured and, in the end, cut of all his sinews so that he could not walk or move at all any more. I was thinking about this as i spoke to her, and i think that it shone through a little bit, since she repeatedly assured me that what had happened had been an accident, pure and simple, something that happens to everybody once in a while. This somewhat stilled my thirst for a bloody revenge, but it took quite some time after the phonecall itself before i could find my peace and harmony again.

This scared me after some time of thought, the lenghts i was prepared to go to for revenge. I mean, me, Louis, the most normal (psch, right...) guy in town. Sure, i can get a bit hot-headed from time to time, but who haven't felt the furies dance on their heads occasionally? But this was far beyond anythhing else i have ever felt. I wanted to actually take the life of another human being, and all for something that essentially was quite an ordinary event in the life of the city.

I seem to have written more than i intended from the beginning, and also a bit more... Psycho-ish than i would have wished, but i think that what i mean to say is this:


DONT MESS WITH MY GRANNY, OR I'LL MESS YOU UP GOOD!

/// Lonk the ponk, in a state of madness at the time of writing.

Hope you'll forgive me...


Please...?



A thought: disregard this when you read my description of myself, not that i don't love my grandmother and all that, since that's normal, but the way of taking revenge... that's a little too psycho...