Over kill
Brett Lightford is sixteen, smiling, surrounded by friends, and completely unprepared for what the world is about to do to him.
He believes kindness has value. He believes people mean what they say. He believes pain is temporary.
That belief will be beaten out of him.
Beneath the ordinary surface of his life, something old and deliberate is already watching. Every harmless day, every quiet laugh, every moment of warmth is only borrowed time. The forces closing in on Brett do not want to kill him quickly -they want to break him properly.
This is not a story about sudden revenge or heroic rage.
It is the slow execution of a personality.
As secrets surface and the world expands, Brett’s empathy becomes a weakness, his attachments become leverage, and his morals turn into liabilities. Each choice forces him further away from the boy he was, carving him down until survival demands cruelty and hesitation becomes fatal.
Revenge in Overkill is not justice.
It is not clean.
And it does not make anyone whole.
It is excess. Obsession. The point where restraint dies and mercy becomes unforgivable.
By the time Brett understands what must be done, the question is no longer who deserves to suffer -
but whether there will be anything human left in him once he’s finished.
Overkill is a mature, slow-burn dark revenge story where character development is not growth -but damage, and the world does not create monsters overnight.
It grinds them into existence.
