The Culinary Arrangement

An Arrangement Nobody Should Make I branded him and tagged him. Another piece of

meat joined the herd. Poor fool... he thought he could escape by running,

but the drug had already taken hold. His face was a beautiful painting of fear and disbelief.

"Is... is that you, Coach Joe?" he whispered before collapsing at my

feet. I always loved that moment of revelation, when their doomed souls watched me

remove the mask and recognized, with shock and incredulity, who I truly was. It can't be good

ol' Joe. Good Samaritan Joe. Perfect family man Joe. That was surely

the last thought crossing their minds before everything went black. I wasn't born this