Chapter 30 - Realisation

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The second body fell, letting out an agonising scream as he spasmed violently on the floor. You could see the pain in his eyes. I tried to look away - to hide away - but I couldn't. I was drawn to the horrifically growing pools of blood I'd produced.

My heart skipped a beat and lost all feeling as I slumped to my knees. I towered over the bodies. As I draped my arms over the two lifeless silhouettes, I burst into tears. I fell onto the bodies, sobbing. "I'm sorry, I'm so, so sorry. Please forgive me." I whispered into the emptiness. My hands gripped the badge of one of my victim's and I traced the cold steel engravings.

"Jason, what have I done?" My eyes were wide with fear. 

"Olivia..." He was speechless. He walked over to me and wrapped one arm around me. I could feel his whole body shaking like a leaf. His eyes were bloodshot.

I felt in the pocket of the first guard. He had an ID card. I needed to know who he was - the man I'd killed with my own hands. "Alec P. Bridle." He was only twenty four. He looked newly qualified. Tears welled up in my eyes again. None fell. I was too numb to even cry.

Jason pulled my body up. "NO!" I yelled, pushing him back. I leant back over the men. I wanted to be close to them. I didn't know why. I could feel the coldness of their skin against my own. 

"I'm so sorry." I spoke slowly. Looking up at Jason, I whispered "This is all my fault, Jason. What do we do?"

He looked blankly at me; he didn't know what to say.

"Please, we need to get out of here."

He just sat there, looking hopeless. Every emotion building up over the past few weeks exploded as I realised what I'd done. I'd killed two innocent men. They had no reason to die. They were slaughtered for doing their job. I started shaking him hard.

"Jason, listen to me! We need to get out of here. If we don't, we will be arrested, OK? Do you understand? We will get locked up; possibly for life... we've just killed two people! Jason, come on." I tried to lift him up by his arms.

"Ok." His voice was soft and shaky. "OK. Sorry, God that was mental." He stood up slowly, his legs still visibly trembling. "We need to get out now."

What had I done?

 

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