Small Stories

(#3) Excerpt (1)

Background: This is a bit of an excerpt of something that I may write in the future, I know I've already done something with Thomas's universe but instead of focusing on him I'm now focusing on his grandson, Tad (or Thomas Jacob Rogers the II). Enjoy!

I finally had her, my wicked sister Juniper Rogers, who had inflicted pain on so many individuals..and killed so many others. I watched as she tried to wriggle out from under my foot, which had a firm hold on her stomach, and smiled. I could finally end this. I could make her feel all the suffering that she had caused others to go through. Then everything would be right again. I raised my sword above my head, preparing to strike. Then, something shiny caught my eye.

I looked to the right, and I saw a mirror, which beheld my reflection. I gazed in horror at what I had become. My hair was a mess, sticking out in all directions. My eyes were bloodshot from all the sleepless nights caused by this war..but worst of all..

I looked like my dad.

I then remembered my father, Zayn Rogers, and his reign. Everyone lived in fear because of his paranoia.You always had to watch your back. You never knew when you would be convicted of treason..even if you were completely innocent. My dad had caused so much destruction..so much death..

I looked back down at my sister, who was glaring up at me with hatred, waiting for me to attack.

Did I truly want to do this? To use pain to end pain..only to cause more of it? Would that make it right in the end? Was it my job to fulfill justice this way?

I looked deep into my sister's dark brown orbs, the ones that resembled our dad's so well. This time I saw something different.

I saw that she was still a human being..which I had seemed to dismiss during my fit of rage. I saw that she was still my family..still my blood relative..evil or not.

I then seemed to snap back to reality, looking down at Juniper with my sword still raised.

"Well..you gonna kill me or not?" She snarled.

Eventually I lowered my sword. I was hurt, I was angry, and I may be called a fool for not doing this..

but I would not be a killer.

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-PJ