I grimaced when he lifted me up by the collar of my shirt against the wall; excruciating pain shot through my body.

     "I can't......believe you, Dad......would never....kill anybody!" I choked.

     "I wouldn't waist your energy, you're going to die very shortly and I will enjoy watching the son of the man who killed mine."

     "How...do you...know that's true?"

      The man dropped me; which by the way, didn't help the pain at all. I groaned and slumped against the wall.

       "The car wreck on Highway 78, the two deaths," the cloak punched the wall above me, "one of the deaths was my son, if your father hadn't been driving so recklessly, none of it would've happened!"

       "It was....an accident," I coughed out more blood, it was getting harder to breathe.

       "I don't see how."

       "Heck.....(breaths hardly) do you think that my Dad or your son wanted to die?"