[It was a cold night, friends. It was cold and scary from the beginning when the sky got dark. I didn't expect a thing, no one did. Not many people in Hartford were aware of such incidents, no one thought it could ever happen in this rich town. It was late, very late. My family was sleeping soundly, even I was sleeping pretty easy. It's odd, I didn't usually sleep that easy when I was recently studying for a Chemistry Test the next day in school. It was just another day, another night. At least, I had thought.]

(The scene fades in from a deep, disturbing black to what seems to be a lounge in the back porch of a mansion. The sun gives a refreshing lightness to the mass of the room and the floor to ceiling windows wrapped around most of the room and a screen door leading to the backyard, which looks more like a few acres of farmland. Quite a few trees can be seen in the distance, and the pool from the past is seeable behind a few trees. Danny Starr and Michael Diamond are relaxing in separate lounge chairs, both white and red. Danny is reclining back, laying spread out on the chair on his back holding up a newspaper that is barely sticking up due to the thinness of the material. After a few page turns and loud crinkles erupt into the sound barrier, an annoyed Danny Starr throws the papers down to the blue carpeted floor. Michael looks up from a deep stare, almost like a day dream.)

Danny: Damn stock market, NASDAQ is down again! Jesus Christ!

Michael: oh

(Michael goes back to daydreaming, but he doesn't look like he's tired or in the mood for anything, not even an imagination. Almost as if his entire mind is tired, yet he seems to be wide awake.)

Danny: Michael, we have to think about GWA. We lost Chris Vargas, so it's just the two of us. What could we possibly do to retain our stance in the GWA?

(Danny begins to ponder while Michael just continues to stare. Danny notices his absent of mind, and tries to grab his attention.)

Danny: Michael… hello, Michael!

(Michael is startled, and his eyes flinch as if he hasn't blinked in days. He looks at Danny with slow moving eyes, as if he cannot speed up his body, like it's in a completely lagging state of movement.)

Michael: What is it?

Danny: I said what should we do about GWA? Are you all right, Michael?

(A short pause from the absent minded Michael, but a reply is found.)

Michael: Yeah, yeah… everything is fine. Just fine and dandy!

(Michael flies to his feet from the lounge chair he was sitting up on, and storms to the other room which is just at the door to the left. Danny is confused by Michael's spontaneous lash out, and follows him to the other room. Michael is facing the wall leaning his head on his hand which is resting flat up against the wooden wall. Almost like he's using his right hand as a pillow to sleep standing up against the wall, but he's not sleeping, just standing there with his eyes closed.)

Danny: Michael, what is wrong?

(In an instant, the same fury from before comes back once again, and Michael turns to Danny with fire in his eyes.)

Michael: Have you forgotten, Danny? It's only been 14 years today!

(Danny thinks in his head, and of course, he remembers what today is.)

[Oh Christ, how could I forget today? Of all days, I neglect the day that Michael's parents were murdered when he was only a child. Although, I never really heard the real story, beings he was never really comfortable enough to relive the time. So I never asked him about it.]

Danny: I'm sorry, Michael. I totally forgot.

Michael: Yeah, you forgot. They didn't mean shit to you, but they meant the world to me! You know what it's like to lose someone you care about? Hell, you know what it's like to lose EVERYONE you care about?

(Danny looks down to the floor, without a comment, beings he is not at right to answer positively to Michael's question. A pause takes over the room, and Michael turns back around. The painful tears drip down his cheeks streaming in a line from his eyelids.)

Michael: I'm… sorry, Danny… I didn't mean to take out my… anger on you. You couldn't have possibly remembered… especially since I could never tell you… exactly what happened that night…

(Michael's short lived tears began to stop flowing, but his runny nose made him sniff a few times. Michael turns back to Danny, and looks at him through the blurry eyes caused by tears.)

Michael: I was sleeping, just like everyone else in Hartford, just like my parents. We didn't expect anything, not like that…

Flashback

[A ruffling sound was heard downstairs. I always had sensitive ears, so noises were easy to pick up, even if I was in a deep sleep. I was only a child, I thought it was the boogieman. So I ran to my mother, I ran to my father. I told them the boogie man was downstairs and was going to come and get me. My father tried his best to comfort me, he tried his best to make sure I felt safe, even though in his heart, he knew that the boogie man never existed. This wasn't an evil made by fiction to scare kids, this was natural evil. Soon to be identified as greed. I stayed with my mother, she held me tight against her, with her arms wrapped around my shoulder and head covering my ears. My father told me to watch over my mother, so I did so as he made his way out the bedroom door. I didn't hear anything for a few minutes, it was completely silence. Almost silent, despite my mother's heavy, and thick breathing. My head was being held against her chest, I could hear her heart beating a mile a minute. She didn't say a word, she didn't look away from the door. Nothing was said, and nothing was heard until a few loud bangs startled me coming from downstairs. In my head, I was seeing my father shooting the boogie man and protecting his family, however, the reality of it was quite different. My mother let me go, and ran out of the room and headed down the stairs. I followed behind her, and since I was small I could hide in the shadows. The light coming from the hall showed my father laying on the ground in a puddle of red blood. My heart began hurting as I sat and watched three people stand above his body looking at my mom who was on her knees begging. I remember her saying "Take anything you want, just let us go." I continued to hide in the shadows watching this, as they showed no mercy. They executed my mother as she begged for her life, and mine too. Both of my parents were laying on the ground covered in their own blood, and I couldn't stay hidden. I had to try and help them, so I ran to my father who was still breathing. I didn't even notice the men hadn't left the room… My father's last words to me were "Run away!" So I did. I ran as fast as my child body would allow me. I had to escape this nightmare, I had to escape this bad dream, but it was no use. I didn't get far before the three thieves had the gun in my face. In the white moonlight, I saw the one applying pressure on the trigger, when a life saving police siren sounded from the distance. I closed my eyes fearing the worst, and when I opened, the three were gone. It wasn't long before the cops found me sitting against a tree in shock; they immediately covered me up in a blanket, and got me hot chocolate. All kinds of people were asking me questions about what had happened, but my voice was mute. No matter how bad I wanted to talk, I just couldn't let out a sound.]

Danny: Did they ever get caught?

Michael: One did… He named his partners in crime but they never were found, and the guy they testified shot himself in the court room before getting his death sentence. The sounds still make me sick.

Danny: Michael… I think it's best you go home and get some rest. Today is a bad day, for memories and recognition.

(Michael thinks about it for a second or two.)

Michael: Perhaps you're right, Danny. Perhaps, you're right.

[I remember Michael sitting in the Prowler when I was driving him back to his house down the street. He wasn't happy at all, nor should he have been. Just kept staring out the window looking at nothing except asphault. When I arrived back to my house, I began work on my next masterminded plan. You see, friends. I have known Michael since a kid, we grew up together.]

(The scene fades in from an unsettling black which pans up to see a brown wooden desk with the top completely covered with folders, papers, and pictures. Danny Starr is sitting on the opposite side with reading glasses on concentrating on information on the papers he is sorting through. The desk light is shining brightly upon the scattered papers, letting Danny Starr read everything clear. A minute or so passes as Danny Starr reads a paper that was under a folder carefully. A look of happiness appears on the face of Danny Starr, especially the raising of the eyebrows which reveals he is delighted about something he has read.)

[Frank Eton, Tom Reynolds, and Christopher Smith; the three lowlifes who murdered Michael's family in cold blood. No mercy was shown, no mercy was given when his mother begged for it. Then the cowards tried killing Michael, who was already defenseless and traumatized for life. I know who they are now… and I think it's time that all debts are paid.]

(Danny Starr backs up with his chairs, and bends upwards to stand on his feet. He grabs a nearby cordless phone, and presses the on button. After placing it to his ear, he realizes that the phone isn't working.)

Danny: Must need to be charged…

(Danny has no alternative but to use the other phone on the wall in the kitchen. Danny Starr walks out of the room he was in, and disappears from the scene. A few minutes later, before Danny is done on the phone, obviously, his mother comes walking in.)

Danny's mother: Danny, are you in here?

(After realizing her son isn't in the room, she happens to notice all of the scattered papers. As she approaches, her eyes immediately pick up the men's profile for murder and armed robbery. His mother is confused, and is wondering why Danny would be reading such profiles, yet she is afraid to ask him because of the past encounters. Just as she is about to get a closer look at what Danny has been writing the last couple hours, he walks back in the room to see his mother hovering over the desk.)

Danny: Mother…

(She is startled, and jumps back from the desk to see Danny.)

Danny's Mother: Oh, Danny. You startled me…

Danny: What do you want?

(Danny's mother begins to shake in fear that she will say the wrong thing.)

Danny's Mother: Well, just that I was wondering if you wanted to watch a movie with me.

(Danny Starr rolls his eyes in annoyance, and replies.)

Danny: No, I have far too much work I have to achieve. Please leave me be, mother.

(Danny's mother doesn't bother arguing, and she is still a little concerned about what that information had to do with her son. Yet, the door closed behind her, and she worried about her own business. Danny knew she was looking through it, however. After sitting back down on the wooden chair he was previously sitting before making the phone call, he reached up to his face and slowly pulled off his eye glasses. Danny places them onto the top of the mountain of documents, and covers his face with his entire left hand, and begins leaning on it with his elbow on the desk. His shoulders begin to vibrate, then shake. His hand falls from his face and a giant grin is mounted for his mouth.)

[This will be the lowering of scum in our society. Justice will be carried out, not by any judge, jury, or policemen however. This justice will be brought on by the person who showed my father justice… me. The two men who haven't answered to Michael Diamond's parents… your time is coming, friends.]

(As Danny Starr continues to grin, the scene fades into a dark, disturbing, silent black.)