It is a pleasure writing a fifty words story again. This is a challenge hosted by @jayna. Check here for more information. Here goes my story;
He couldn't sleep...there really was no rest for the wicked. He would never forget their faces, their helpless tears and cries for mercy. He had cared only for money in the vault and the secrecy of his identity. Blank eyes staring in death was forever etched in his memory.