Episode 3 (04/17/2005)
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I make my way home. Sore, but unwounded. The sun threatening to rise, I am not tired or weary in the slightest. I am exhilerated. For the first time in twenty years, the wieght is gone. The wieght on my chest, my shoulders, my soul. I hang up mask and suit, the cloak of night I wrap around myself.
I have become. With this first night, I have become. Who am I? |
| I pour myself a drink and my hand shakes only a little. Adrenaline. I don't spill a drop. All those drinks and all of those sleepless nights when I tried to drown the ache inside. All gone now. This drink, this drink is in celebration. |  |
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I ease into my favorite chair, once my father's, and remember. I think back to all those events which brought me here, to this place and to the mission. I remember my training and the trials I endured to claim the power I needed. |
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Who am I?
To understand that you would have to go back to the beginning. |
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Back to my parents. The ones that brought me into this world. You would have to know them, as I know them. You would have to feel for them as I feel for them. Hold a constant vigil for them, every night, for more than two decades until the pain inside could grow no more.
You would have to leave sanity and embrace madness in the arms of the darkness. Who am I? |
| I'm The Varmit. |  |
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