Orion Prewitt

Orion Prewitt, born 1921, died 1950. A man with no conviction, a man without cares. After his wife left him for another man, an indifference grew from within. He was a prisoner of his own demented mind. He started having thoughts, thoughts that only a person with no soul would have. He couldn't understand why, shouting "Why does this have to be, my wife, my goddess has forsaken me!" He was tired, drunk and in his head as good as dead. Suicide was one of the many thoughts that crossed his mind as well as homocide. "What if I kill the bitch, that'll show her that cheating whore!" Of course Orion was drunk during these brief lapses of insanity. No drug, no high would erase the pain he felt. His own sick thoughts were slowly killing him. To make things worse, his wife, who is just as sick as her ex-husband, sent him letters with pictures of her and her lover in pornographic positions. The letters were the last straw for Orion. He put on his best suit, combed his hair and loaded his revolver. He entered his Chevy, started the engine and drove off off to his ex-wife's house. He grabbed his revolver, walked up to the door and knocked. His ex-wife opens the door and screams as he flashes his revolver. "Please don't hurt me, please! I'm sorry for the letters. Please don't shoot me!" Orion just looks at her and says "This is for all the pain you caused me you bitch." BANG!!! One person entered the house and one person left it and it wasn't Orion.