[ WP ] 6 years later , a top of his class Navy Seal trained in gorilla warfare finally finds the person who talked smack to him on the internet

He came for me. Just as he said he would, all those years ago. 
 
 He came for me. 
 
 The first explosion came like summer storm. Unexpected, powerful. It came suddenly and just as suddenly, it was over. For a brief moment, everything rattled and shook, as in an earthquake; then everything was still. I thought it was nothing. I thought it was over. It was a brief respite. The deep breath before the plunge. I sat before my computer screen. Headphones on, but focus broken. I look around this place. A place that I had called home for the last 34 years. Aside from the pictures now crooked on the walls, and a few knickknacks on the ground, you would never know what had just happened. But I could feel my own dread in the air. I could smell it, like a foul cologne. I tried to cherish the sight of this place. I knew it would be the last time my mother's basement would be a haven for me. 
 
 The second explosion knocked me to the floor. Shelves toppled, windows cracked. The air stinks of ozone and pizza rolls. I had always assumed that the flames were the dangerous part of an explosion. That did n't stop me from feeling as though I had been punched by a gigantic hand. I could scarcely breath as I futilely tried to stagger to my feet. I could n't keep my balance. I made it to my knees before I fell again. 
 My eyes desperately scanned the basement, searching for anything that could be used as a weapon. I seized the katana I always kept by my bed. For one shining moment, when I felt the hilt in my hand, I felt the mortal fear fade away. It was the same feeling I get when I log into my Reddit account. I felt safe. I felt powerful. I thought that maybe I would make it through this fire of vengeance that I had sparked so many years before. Then I remembered what I was up against. And suddenly my sword seemed fragile against the weapons of my enemy. That's when the gas came. Time seemed to stop as it came pouring under the door. I became aware of the sweat drenching my back. And felt the tickle of the hairs all over my neck. The gas billowed towards me and I was blinded. 
 
 I coughed and struggled to keep my eyes open against the stinging smoke. As the tears poured down my cheeks, I wondered if it would matter if I saw him coming or not. I did n't have to wonder much longer. The the sound of booted feet echoed from behind the door. He was coming down the stairs. Of course he would come himself. He knew so many ways to kill with just his bare hands. Why would n't he come himself? With one hand still gripping my katana, and the other frantically trying to wipe the pain from my eyes, I finally struggled to my feet. I stumbled to the wall. The footsteps ceased and I heard the door creak open. 
 
 He was finally here. Just as he promised. 
 
 I had learned what he meant when he spoke of gorilla warfare. It was fast. It was brutal. And he was probably going to rip my dick off. But strangely, in the face of my own demise, I felt myself fill with a strange courage. I would fight him. I knew how I would win this. I defiantly ripped off my fedora and grasped it in my left hand. I would rush forward into a spinning strike, using my hat to blind him temporarily, then following with the blade. I would shout, `` your end is nigh, at the edge of my blade!'' As I struck him down. That would be a great line. Very quotable. I should name my sword after it has tasted blood. Maybe I should yell its name instead. I decided I would figure it out later and raised my sword, my lungs filling with air for my dramatic, yet not over the top proclamation. 
 
 I felt a vibration run through my entire sword arm. Heard a shattering sound. 
 
 I remembered. He was a sniper. The best in the army, maybe the world. He shot my sword in half. 
 
 I was unarmed against what was possibly the most dangerous human being on the planet. He has the backing of the entire United States military, and an entire network of IP backtracing spies. I could never win. I fell to my knees, head bowed, eyes closed. Not praying though, just to be clear. But I knew my euphoria had come to an end. 
 
 I heard as much as felt him approach, and felt his hand close over my throat. 
 
 `` You're fucking dead, kiddo.'' 

