He sat in a pool of his own blood, riddled with 36 bullet holes. One had pierced his right eye, yet even then, Julius smiled. The sound of the firing squad's guns clicking empty rang out in the silence. He knew he deserved this.
Julius had killed over 600 men and women, sparing only children. His reasons? They seemed clear to him, if not to anyone else. He had once been a judge—a good one, if he dared say so himself. But everything changed the day justice failed.
It started with a gang shootout that claimed the lives of six innocent children. Julius, determined to deliver justice, had prepared to sentence the man responsible to life in prison. But before the trial began, an envelope arrived at his desk: $10,000 in cash and a note stamped with the insignia of his local government.
The note read:
"Release him. He's an undercover agent proving his worth to the gang."
Julius was appalled. The audacity of it shook him to his core. He sentenced the agent to life in prison anyway, then leaked the letter to the press, exposing the government's corruption. The fallout was swift and chaotic, but Julius thought he'd done the right thing.
A week later, he returned home to find his house burned to the ground. Among the charred ruins, the bodies of his wife and daughter were found, his wife's arms still clutching the child protectively.
The police turned a blind eye. They claimed there was no evidence, even when there was plenty. Julius realized they had been paid off. The justice system he had devoted his life to was rotten to the core.
Grief and rage consumed him. Julius ignored his duties in court, instead planning his revenge. The agent and his allies had no idea who they were dealing with. They couldn't have known about Julius' black-market contacts. They couldn't have known about his severe anger issues, born from an abusive childhood. They couldn't have known that he had trained relentlessly for years, becoming nearly superhuman in strength and skill, waiting for the day he'd need to act.
And they couldn't have known that Julius wouldn't stop at just them.
One by one, he hunted them down. Their families. Their friends. Every single person connected to their crimes. By the time his spree ended, over 600 men and women lay dead—601, if you counted the one who survived long enough to shoot him in the hospital, ending his rampage.
Julius was caught, tried, and executed. Justice had been served, or so the world thought.
But for Julius, death was the end.
Or was it?