Is He My Father?

The tension between Harry and Broderick became very tense. Harry stared at Broderick with much disdain on his face. He looked demeaningly at the few men that Broderick had brought and he was beyound certain that he was going to defeat this people.

“What is this madness? Who are you?” Broderick asked, still holding his gun pointed towards Harry, who looked unfazed. Broderick had guessed that this could be a set up and truly it was.

“Of course, you wouldn’t be able to remember me. You believed you killed everyone in my family and that there wouldn’t be any survival. I hate to burst your bubbles, but I am the last survivor and I would make sure you don’t leave here breathing again.” Harry declared with so much rage. The remembrance of what happened five years ago settled fresh in his memory and he already felt like burying the man before him alive.

“I still don’t know what you are talking about, young man. Who the fuck are you? I was directed to this place to meet my daughter. I haven