An ending that I, ultimately deserve. From what I have been able to gather, life is a cruel and presumptuous mistress who lost her lust for me long ago.
How can I, a man who was once rich and mighty with material power, have lost so much so quickly, becoming yet another meal for the mindless beings that dwell in my wet oblivion?
I had everything so meticulously planned, so perfectly hidden from any who would try to impede my rapid ascension into the city's underworld. Who could do this?
All I remember is a face. The face who hit me with a bat and stuffed me into a trunk. The face who drove me to the pier and chained me to a weight. The face who through me into the murky water with a laugh and a "FUCK YOU!" right after it.
That face could belong to one of the many powerful enemies I had made in my years of illegal activity. If circumstances were different, right now I'd be planning my vengeance with a fury nothing and no one could ever stop.
But what's the point? I'm as good as dead. What do I have, 45 seconds at most? Fifteen feet of murky water above me? A chain latched to a rock by a hammered in stake? I don't stand a chance. I'll need a miracle. But I'm not praying for one. I do not deserve one.
I can't promise to whoever watches over us that I shall change, because I know what I am going to do if I survive this. I'm going to find these people, and I'm going to kill them, slowly enough to satisfy my hunger for their inferior blood.
I can promise him or her or it this though: if given the chance, I will wipe out everyone who organized this, i will take over what they own, and destroy it, and on top of its ashes my own empire will be reborn again.
A smile sprouted as a curtain of bubbles escaped my nostrils. What a thought! If only... A chance is all I need. Lust for revenge set in, and I knew what I had to do. To get my empire back.
I started to pull and tug but the chain didn't budge, just like my initial attempts twenty seconds ago. My foot was too big to slide out, and there was only one way to get it out.
Concentrated on the rage set before me and imposed on my killers, I grabbed my foot with both hands and closed my eyes.
SNAP!
