Guitar Hero

The broken guitar sat on the table, now shaped more like a bow-and-arrow. It bent back in the middle, strings pulled far off the frets. Yes, he could imagine it now. A broken guitar, once a musical disappointment, now a weapon of destruction. He picked it up and held the bent part in the crook of his elbow. He plucked the strings as if to aim at the vase across the way. Twang, it went. He would be a musical assassin, killing those who did harm to his guitar first, and then on to fight in the name of justice.