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Unknown Soldier · (05-03-2016)

4 years have passed, yet the thoughts of A MASSACRE never faded. 4 years have passed, yet the strands of hair next to his mattress show time does not always cure. Why else would a man rip out his own hair. Daily. 4 years have passed, yet he still limps while walking. That figure four was applied to catalyse an amputation, not for a submission victory on a televised TV show. 4 years have passed, yet he never stopped WATCHING. From far, far away...he was ALWAYS watching. In 4 whole years, he never forgot about the one man who dared obstruct his path of destruction and not suffer the consequences. There are hollow pits scattered across the outskirts of Detroit with the remains of the tortured SOULS who made the mistake.

4 years of hibernation in a damp, worn out shed in the forests of Albuquerque. 4 years in hiding from the authority. 4 years spent contemplating what could have been if he didn't use those spike strips. If he didn’t kill one person to strike fear in the other. A murder case that engulfed the country to the point where the truth was bound to come out. He couldn't have stayed in the XWF, with all its cameras and millions of viewers. He had to leave, or else go back to the penitentiary. Or worse...the asylum. The place he was confined to before being acquitted of 5 murder charges. 3 shots of midazolam a day with rusty needles. No light able to penetrate the padded room. He couldn't go back. He had to leave the XWF and go off the raidar.

4 long years have passed...

The murder case has been dropped.
Lack of evidence.
No killer found.
Foul play thrown out the window. It was finally time...

MARK FLYNN MUST DIE

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