Blind Shot

 

Even the slightest change can cause the greatest damage. Another target had been selected. Perplexity struck once more. Another man of greater power than the last one, favoured more by the people, yet our orders were clear. He was to be locked up underground, left unattended to. I was asked to banish my last friend, and the pain of the idea was unbearable, yet once again, I couldn’t disobey, but why? It was an answer I refused to believe. Simply, his actions were affecting certain things. Things that were better left unstirred. I tried to ease the pain, numb it, but failed badly. I attempted ignoring the overwhelming darkness, yet again, with no use. Left with nothing, I silently knocked on his door. ‘Sir?’ My men were confused. ‘Sorry’ followed by a somewhat audible knock, sent the man hurriedly to answer his door. It was slowly opened, giving out a low piercing shrill.

‘It’s about time you fix that door, eh?’ I forced a smile.

‘Yeah, you’re right!’ he said as he laughed. ‘How can I help you though?’

‘I’m sorry, but you’re under arrest. Before you ask or plead, I advise you not to, for no questions shall be answered. There are my orders, and you know how my job is.’ A smirk began to surface by now.

Awkwardly, he obeyed. Was it out of his knowledge to why he was under arrest or was it out of shock? I cuffed his hands as I pushed him to my car to set off to his asylum He remained calm and serene halfway through the journey, but his face suddenly reddened with rage as he moved to one side of the backseat. He was trying to break free. I didn’t want to act. I didn’t want to stop him. I wanted him to be free. With one kick he broke the car’s door. His strength was even greater than that before him. I stopped the car as he sprinted out, breaking the handcuffs. My men came to a halt as well, and set off after him. I aimed my pistol at his head. It was shot that could not be missed, yet I purposely missed it. I didn’t want to kill him. It was a hell of a dilemma. I couldn’t kill my last friend, yet it was what’s right to do. I aimed again, swearing I’d shoot, but again I couldn’t. My finger froze over the trigger. My eyes started getting watery. As I closed them, I could feel the tears streaming down my cheeks. Silence was the loudest and the darkness couldn’t get brighter. They were most soothing. Hoping I’d miss again, I gave a long cry of pleasure fused with pain, as I pressed the trigger.

I was too scared and agitated to look at whatever I’ve done, whatever it was. I didn’t want to know. I turned around with my eyes still closed as I fell to my knees and my face rested in my palms, allowing the tears to flow freely. Not knowing whether I killed him or not, I aimed my gun at my own chin, but let it fall. Coldness took over my body. I couldn’t feel anymore. As my face hit the scorching ground, everything faded to black.