He hugged

his daughter and wife,

tightly.

His daughter and wife boarding,

the doors closing,

the plane ascending,

the terrorists plotting.

His raised hand waved goodbye,

unknowing,

ignorant,

clueless,

as to what would happen.

He turned to leave,

his body now in another’s hold,

the chloroform soaked rag at his mouth,

while everything went black.

He awoke

to find his body now in chains,

shackled.

His head raised,

the terrorists revealed,

the computer screen on,

the chains unyielding.

His entire being writhed,

fight,

flight,

fear,

pumping in adrenaline.

His anger flamed in his chest,

the terrorists laughed

at his flippant struggles,

mirth lining their features.

He asked

what they wanted,

enraged.

Their irking voices spoke,

their instructions clear,

their eyes hardened,

their guns cocked.

Their demands warranted confusion,

listen,

learn,

look,

at the camera footage shown on the screen.

He did as told,

his eyes seeing the context of the screen,

his wife and daughter,

strapped on the plane with a bomb.

His heartbeat rang

in his ears,

erratic.

His daughter crying,

his wife glaring,

the terrorists terrorizing,

the bomb ticking.

His family was at the terrorists mercy,

furor,

terror,

horror,

surged through his body.

He roared,

veins popped from his forehead,

a muzzle was dug into his skull,

he had to protect his family.

He watched

as it happened right before his eyes,

helpless.

The ticking bomb erupting,

the terrorists smiling wickedly,

the plane descending,

his wife and daughter dead.

His bound body shook,

fury,

loss,

vengeance,

all at the forefront of his mind.

He shut his eyes,

no longer able to withstand the sight

of the black camera footage,

while corrupted laughter filled his ears.

New strength coarsed

through him,

rapidly.

The chains fell,

the bullets flew,

the terrorists blood spilled,

the sirens sounded.

He did not spare one,

blood,

sweat,

death,

stained his clothes.

The police came,

their faces astounded,

revenge had been served,

yet everything within him still felt dead.