Silently she crept along the quiet streets in the early morning hours. It had rained the night before and everything smelled brand new. Senka watched the leaves change and drop from the trees around her. It was mesmerizing during this time of day. It was the one time she could think without distraction. Everyone else was curled up in their beds she talked to herself as she walked aimlessly.

"Revenge." She muttered to herself. "It plays no part here. At least not the kind that gets your hands dirty and your thoughts messy with hatred."

"Well then what kind is there because you know they deserve some payback."

"The kind where you do better. You put in more effort and you make them wish that you were still around."

A spectacularly well kept orange leaf had fallen just in front of her. Stopping in her tracks she watched as the rain carried it away like a prize that it would hold onto as long as it could. Suddenly she sighed, it had brought back memories and she was annoyed that she let those memories well up once more.

"How does that even work?"

"Oh it works. It works in a way that is more subtle. I mean you could hope they got shot in the face but what's the point? Doesn't relieve any real anger unless you are the one to pull the trigger. Doing so only makes you an extra grave along side them. This is better."

"If you say so."

Noticing the light starting to emerge, Senka hurried off the streets. She didn't much enjoy people and really didn't want to be around when too many were hustling and bustling along these very streets that she enjoyed in peace.

Manny couldn't help but overhear the lady speaking to herself. Not surprised by her actions it was the fifth mobster he's seen this week that spoke to themselves as they hustled along the busy streets. Some say it was something in the water, other say you shouldn't smoke while pregnant. All he knew was that death brought all kinds of hate with him in the next life.

"Revenge" now there's a novel idea he thought. By the time you get strong enough to make a difference another apple would have already taken the first ones place. On a personal note Manny would also like some revenge, some real payback for the person who sold him his first gun. That thing kept jamming on the second shot, being embarrassed and occasionally finding his victim already dead before he could even pull the trigger was an constant headache for him.

But on a more serious tone

Revenge is a dish best served cold.... it makes sense after a while... simply because you cannot kill on a full stomach of nice home cooked food. Better keep it light and eat some cold meats and biscuits to conserve your energy. Or shoot him from a distance. Manny walked into the crowed smiling as he thought more about the notion.