A gun in one hand, and a torn photograph in the other. And the pendant, sitting in his back pocket. The pendant was a perfect tool for his revenge, to make those monsters suffer the way they should. Sereth could never forget what those people had done to him; he would never forget the people who were murdered. Never.
" Please." The bleeding figure in the corner begged. " I was ordered to do it, I didn’t want to, I didn’t-"
" Shut up! You’re nothing!" Sereth shouted, pointing the gun at him. " Be happy you’re still alive."
Sereth took the pendant and an old coin from his pocket, calming down a little. Vengeance was such a cold thing. Such a beautiful thing. " Heads or tails?" He asked the bleeding man.
" What?"
" Do you want me to chose for you?" Sereth asked gravely.
" No, I, ah, tails." The figure whined.
" Tails it is." Sereth took the coin and flipped it, watching as it fell to the concrete ground. Tails. " You win. So, which side, the blue or the red?"
" Uh, I don’t know -" The bleeding figure considered.
Sereth walked up to him with the pendant in hand, his finger on the trigger of the gun, ready to kill at a second’s notice.
" The - the…"