Max Helden Retribution Large Print

Beneath a grey sky heavy with a thick mist drifting from the nearby river, a dark form silently knelt into the moist sod between two recently covered graves. With head hung low the weeper placed a palm gently against each of the freshly covered sites; he paused as if once more to embrace what slept eternally below the fresh earth.
Perhaps to join in the mourner's grief, the heavens above tenderly quickened their drizzle to a dense fall...but Max Helden took no notice.
In the distance a low rumble of thunder rolled across the damp; like a grinder's wheel growling against the sharp edge of a reaper's scythe. And to this sound a pain filled Max answered with an uncontrollable scream as suddenly the intense agony in his heart took command to force his fingers to curl tight with solid fist, to push deep into the soggy soil hiding his loved ones. Abruptly Max stopped, he froze, he tensed.
And as Max's body shook from adrenalin overload he raised his tormented face against the downpour to loudly shriek a piercing second scream. And in that moment from the normally placid Max Helden burst another...burning with hatred, offering no mercy, absent any forgiving, feeling no peace and boiling with determined anger to hurt, to destroy, to end in violence all those responsible for these precious lives cut short by greed of those pushing death's poison across our borders!
With a black flame scorching his broken heart, on these two precious graves a vengeful Max Helden swore to the heavens above to avenge their deaths a thousand times over. And to this dark promise Hell's gates best stay open. For his rage sought no end to his merciless fury; to his demand for...RETRIBUTION!