The ugly commanded the good, and the wolf hunt began. By the end of the year, he was cornered. Hungry, shivering, unshaven. His long and careful plans, his friends, his safehouses, all uncovered. His history, his name, his face, plastered in every newspaper. Some voices, angry, shouted his defense, but they were madmen hungry for blood, men who had seen the truth and been broken, broken like him, broken the moment he knew what the laughing monsters had done to her that night. He sat in a damp hole, finger on the trigger, the cold barrel jammed into his mouth.
Justice & Mercy: Dark Night of the Soul
Tale Told 