Blog 10 (story continued)

I didn't give a damn what the cost was, really.  I mean, I was ill. I was terminally ill. But, in a twisted since of reasoning, at that moment in the doctors office, I was free.  Free from the confines that hold us back day to day. From the bills, the chores, the daily struggle that people call "living" (1. SERIES OF THREE ITEMS WITH ONLY COMMAS). No, I was finally awake. I was alive.

I knew what to do with this new found freedom.  I had to pinpoint it, focus it to something that could make a difference.  I had to leave a mark in this town. I needed to be remembered. Those who lived here -who'd made the daily struggle to survive that much more unbearable- they were my focus.  They forced my hand. The men whom had taken what they'd wanted from those who could not defend themselves. I would come for them. I would be their king.

Don't think me a fool, though.  I knew what I was doing and I knew the risks.  I am a man of logic, after all. But, when policy fails and your left with only your head and your death sentence, logic becomes a burden.  Then, in the vast wasteland of fear-ruling and intimidation, only there can you find out what happens when logic fails. Ruthless, unorthodox, beautiful.

I did not wait long. For the first few weeks I only observed.  Gathering insight to the ways of the black market.  These dumb kids had no idea they were being watched. Or, so I thought at the time. This world was theirs, more than I knew.There was one kid in particular, Davis.  A punk adolescent, maybe 17, I never really asked.  He enjoyed his time within this world (8.Simple Sentence). It was Davis' attitude that eventually got the best of him; I do not tolerate taking more than ones earn...(7. Apostrophe for a noun ending in -s). I think it was his arrogance, really.  He had the audacity to sell to mere children - maybe 14 or so- and we do not sell to children, not ever (10. Complex Sentence).  So I made a promise to the little punk, and he was the first to leave (9. Compound Sentence). Everyone talks big and it's a bad joke, dropped at the first sign of trouble.

It ends up being the sheer power of whose ready to to risk it all over a minor disagreement that is the deciding factor in who will walk away. If it is your instinct that you rely on in a confrontation, than it's yours that may eventually fail you, as mine did.