Within

Short prose about the desire to "hurt back" harbored by some.

It was held deep within
Not a glow. A seething darkness
Tremulous, boiling, waiting for the time to strike
The evil snake of hatred had festered and built for decades.
Somehow the serpent knew that its time would come; it coiled in waiting
And when the time drew near it laid in deadly silence, only to let its master lure in the victim
It struck with the certainty, swiftness and accuracy of a well-practiced marksman.
With the lethal, well timed terminal strike of the most heartless, it was soon over
It remained on the surface for some time, assuring death of its victim
Waiting in deadly silence, only to answer the call again
The call of the master
To stop the hurt