FOOD FOR THE WOLVES, After three years of a certain incident that happened in your past, you finally manage to get over this trauma. In Russia (your native country) you meet a person you never thought you would see again, or at least you thought so...
chapter twelve, reflect about your sins ﹑♥︎ fyodor dostoyevsky
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You didn't know why he had let you out, what time it was. You felt like you had once felt, a person who murdered for delight, or so you thought. The coat placed on your uptight shoulders and the brush of your pistol in your pocket, you remembered well that it had loaded bullets inside. Your expression was solemn, perhaps focused on spoting a scene to stilly commit your crimes. Or maybe you had more plans. Among so many ideas, you didn't know which one to choose among them all.
"Why do I have to kill? Does my mind want me to sin? I don't understand. Why do my hands have to be indented? I always see them like that. Perhaps my sins torment me as punishment for having committed a sin," You mutter to yourself, deviating from any route through the city, in this case you decide to take refuge in a dark alley that barely has any lights to illuminate that darkness. You reflect on your initial plan and remember a Bible verse that your mother reminded you from time to time: Exodus 20:13 'You shall not murder.'
You recalled more verses, many more with which you could determine your situation, such as, for example: Luke 15:18 'I will set out and go back to my father and say to him: Father, I have sinned against heaven and against you'. You would do precisely the same as him, you would avow your sins, since they were already fulfilled in the same way. But this sin of yours was not going to be pardoned so readily. You weren't sure if you should go to the underworld or go to paradise and wait for forgiveness from Him.
"I didn't mean to kill... Or do I? What I am going to do? I am in a quandary. Perhaps God is watching me. He sees me? Or I was just forsakened by Him, I don't know, I really don't know if I was forgiven," You continue to ponder, propping against one of the walls, staring astray in thought. You sigh tiredly, you were really losing your mind. You were crack-brained, weren't you? You were doing the right thing from your point of view, right? Is not true?
You shook your head, putting your thoughts aside. You had thought too much until now. You didn't really know what was right and what was wrong, you were polluted by the onus of anterior sins. You couldn't put a finale to all the exhausting thoughts. The lines between good and evil were blurred.
"Maybe I should stop killing and go back to Russia, I'm sure I'll be better there. I have a bad feeling about all of th..." Your reflexive words were discontinued by a branch creaking nearby the entrance to the streets, more specifically, near the alley where you were standing. Your eyes sharpen, and nimbly stash behind an ample dumpster that had been emptied a little over a day ago. You remain hidden, watchful and with your senses amplified.
"Man, I really had a great time at that party...I hope to repeat that moment again." A teenage male voice is heard, and soon his shade is seen cast on the ground. From his tone, he resembled like a youthful man of just over seventeen or eighteen years old.
"Damn... I'm sure that was a sight." Another voice is present, this time it was an inebriate, but conscious of his thoughts. His voice was deeper, about the same age as the other young man.
The two silhouettes stand in front of the alley you are in, they didn't seem to want to leave too early. The two were yakking, babbling about the feast, little more refreshing than some details like the consumption of drugs at the place. You only dedicated yourself to spying on them, in hush. While you were waiting, some dubious words were heard from the drunk,
"... You know? I'm so drunk I would even dare to kill you!" He laughs, jovially, with a sarcastic tone, but something told you that it didn't add up. Something was foreign. Something gave you a bad thrill.
The two of them stroll forward, the young man who wasn't that inebriate steps further, but before you know it──
SQWELP! SQWELP!
You hear and witness the man stab the young man with the ingenuous smile. With quivering hands and body, he stares down and observes the knife break through his flesh. Blood streams and drains when the knife is removed. The young man takes his last breath before falling to the ground with a THUD.
That's when you emerged from the murkiness of your hiding place, lighting a cigarette as you ambled towards him somewhat nonchalantly. "Well, well... Look what we have here, a drunk who just killed someone."
You put the cigarette in your mouth and set it aside while you pocket the lighter away. You inhaled the smoke, savouring its taste before breathing out it lightly. The now proclaimed assassin turns to you, startled that you had spied on everything from the darkness.
He attempts to charge towards you, aiming the knife at you. He was vexed, perhaps also frustrated by his royal blue hues. You didn't seem frighten, in fact, you delighted yourself. Even with the cigarette in the side of your mouth, you clutch his wrist markedly, you slew it, you can hear the crunch of broken bones beneath the flesh. You grin at his gasp. You slam your knee steadily under his chin, not consuming your precious vigor on him. You were just educating him. When he tumbled to the ground after being kicked, he writhed in pain on the ground.
"Come on... There's not much to complain about. Is that all you have?" You reach down, grab his chin, and lift it up so he's looking at your shrewd gaze. "Awh... Poor thing, you're emaciated! You are really pathetic..."
You smirked a short, melevesque laugh, before standing up and holding your cigarette as you blew out the smoke. "Some classes on how to kill and fight wouldn't hurt, you know? But don't get excited... You won't be able to do them. You know why? Because you will die right here."
You press your shoe against his cranium, coercing him to remain held down against the cold pavement. Your gaze cools and your smirk fades. You are staring at him from above, adjudicating his sins, like a supreme judge being the one who had the last word; as if you were a God glimpsing the imperfections and sins of his creations. "Tick-tock, your time is up," You raise your leg marginally, and let your boot plunge with impact, swatting his skull with a heavy sigh.
"Sinful humans..." You pause. Before putting the cigarette back in your mouth, the ashes are removed and dropped on the already dead man.
When you look around, you see some olden uncared-for gasoline containers, overcast in cobwebs. Before grabbing the accelerator, you trot towards the corpse of the first one and scuff it towards the one you just annihilated, leaving a trail of crimson blood. Then you grab a container of gasoline, with enough quantity to dampen the bodies with that liquid and the trail of blood as well. You sigh and simply hold the small branch that had broken earlier, set it on fire with the lighter, and throw it where the newly killed persons are. The fire grows easily and soon ravenous flames are created. You, on the other hand, also threw away your cigarette and left there.
"God, I have sinned once again. But it was a good deed, avenge someone's death..."
