So here's one of my short stories. I'm using Innocence as more of a metaphor in this, so yeah.
✖️🕷STORY🕷✖️
"Why are guns evil, scary even, when all they are is metal."
He stuttered
"Guns are just bad, ok" Innocence just smiled chuckling to herself.
"Ya' know, I always thought guns..had a bad name. I mean what did these peices of junk do to get such horrible things associated with them."
"Their machines that kill."
"Yes it is designed for killing, but isn't everything." Innocence looked thoughtful as she sat on the table the boy was strapped to, hands trapped to the metal surface and ankles wrapped around the table legs 'no where to run' Innocence thought getting giddy at just the thought.
"We are not all made for killing we are turned to killing and violence, it is not something naturally acquired."
"No." he frowned "what do you mean no?" Innocence growled but then she
sighed.
"Which is worse....bad, or evil?" He shrugged,
"What's the difference?" Her eyes narrowed
"The difference." She snapped causing him to jump
"Is that bad can be fixed and evil cannot, bad...is something broken, but evil, that's something twisted and vile, unfixable. Evil is the predecessor of bad.
Now.....let me ask you again. Why are guns evil when all they are is a metal concoction." He shifted uncomfortably in his seat and looked down before mumbling
"They cause death.."
Innocence cocked an eyebrow
"They cause death?" She asked holding up the gun and forcing his face to her
"This piece of harmless metal causes death. Can do anything for that matter." She fained shock.
"Yes." The boy nodded, she smiled acid.
"Well then here's my opinion. This gun didn't do jack shit and never will." The boy went to interrupt her
"Shut up!" She growled, he tried to flinch away but stopped as Innocence got in his face and wrapped a hand around his throat, not enough to restrict or harm but still a warning that she could.
"The gun is, and never will be anything, let alone evil, it will only ever be a gun.
Your problem is that you fear the wrong thing, you do not fear this gun, this useless metal, you fear what it is capable of. A gun is not harmful nor lethal unless it is used. You do not fear this gun you fear the person who wields it, because guns can only do anything, cause damage, if they are used. Evil does not exist within a gun, it exists in those who use it. So the fear an hatred of this gun is futile, what you hate are the people that use this gun, and others like it with ill intentions.
Although I can assure." She slurred almost seductively, before whispering in his ear
"I may wield this gun but it does not make me evil, cause the only thing capable of that is me really. Now don't get me wrong, I'm nowhere near good, in fact I consider myself quite bad, but I do not fight against bad I fight against evil and. there. is. a deference." She stood up and walked away leaving the boy, his family, and his team to ponder.
