LOUIE'S REAL MISSION

THE EXPRESSIONLESS VINCENT DID NOT UTTER ANY SINGLE WORD. HIS GAZE WAS GLUED TO HIS WIFE... OR RATHER, TO HIS EX WIFE. HER ARMS ARE NOW WRAPPED AROUND THE MAN HE ONCE CALLED AS BROTHER - THE ONLY PERSON HE CAN TRULY TRUST - THE ONE HE HAS BLOOD TIES WITH.

WHERE DID IT ALL GO WRONG?

HE FELL DOWN ON HIS KNEES AND WITH HIS DEAD - PAN FACE, HE WELCOMED THE DROPS OF LIQUID FLOWING FROM HIS HOLLOW EYES. VINCENT LIFTED HIS COLD RIGHT HAND AND SLOW CLUTCHED HIS TATTERED SHIRT NEAR HIS CHEST AND LET OUT A SILENT CRY. 

AFTER THE LAST TRICKLE OF TEAR, HE CROUCHED AND CURLED UP LIKE A BABY LOOKING FOR COMFORT... THEN THERE IS THE WICKED BEAST, READY TO TAKE THE FINAL BLOW.

"BE HAPPY THAT YOU GOT TO SEE THIS, VINCENT.  I KNOW YOU WANTED TO COME BACK... BUT THIS WOMAN IS PLAYING FIRE WITHOUT YOUR CONSENT."

HE LET OUT MUFFLED SOUNDS AS HE SHAKED HIS HEAD SLIGHTLY, IN DISAGREEMENT WITH WHAT HE JUST HEARD.