Revenge

A long Road

   The bright orange sun in the horizon, 4 Lanes and the smoothness of the truck. all i feel is the engine roar while power runs trough the gas pedal.

   the next song comes up i feel the early riffs and the breakdowns as the lyrics get stronger.

its time to die!

its time to die!

ITS TIME TO DIE!

I floor it, i feel a huge yank and the engine almost lifts the front tires off the smoothly paved interstate.

60,80,120,160

and by now i hear the V-10 Roar in my ears, the power of the engine runs trough my foot slammed down on the gas.

I turn the volume up and my favorite part

" Its time to end this life,

and peace i will find"

i see the perfect opportunity

the curve up ahead

im almost there, at my funeral.

i get closer and the yellow sign and bright white arrows signal me to death im feet away.

   i wake up from this day dream and i guess i had it because from a tiny hole up above the back wall of the room the sunlight hit my face and casted a long shadow on the dirty floor.

i came back to conclusions and he just told me to kill him, wow i couldn't believe it hes actually ready to die.

Me I'm clueless of who i am, my capacities and my mental state.

these dreams? why? More questions more arousals and more confusion.

i know i have a small amount of time and if i recall correctly the boss will be here at 6PM and i still haven't

completed the job and every time i remember the call i get like a blurred dream, a memory perhaps and its so short all i see is police, guns, and a pool of blood.

    I hate myself, as much as i want to remember i just cant and it kills me. Its almost time, my job and sole purpose of being here is to end the life of this guy who i don't even know and in fact i doesn't feel like the first time, i feel hate, spite and relentless blood thirst within me, or at least not now, it doesn't feel like something new.

  The hunger and the thirst has changed my perception of things, i feel like i should just kill him now and then i can just be free and have those wonderful needs i haven't had in a while. I think if there's any time better its now, but i don't wanna do it for hate or the need to kill, i will simply do it to stay alive. But why do i want this life, what motivates me, what is my life really, what? busting cheap jobs killing people in the middle of nowhere and get away with it? is that what anyone could possibly call a life!?

    i think my mind is made up

i will kill him

i have about 4 hours and in that time i will kill him. its what i have to do, no, wait ,its what i need to do. I may not know why i have to do it but i know i have to do it, as simple as that, just take a life that i have not given without mercy.

  first i need to know more about him, he sits there in that chair, with hands tied behind him somehow waiting on death.

i check his pockets i find a pocket knife and a bullet

one single bullet, and my chance is there. I hold it in between my fingers and show it to him, i ask him

"is this what you want?"

he looks at me with hate but a calm relaxed look, somehow i sense his relief, the relief that today it will all be over.

I pull the Pistol that was cuffed in the back of my pants, i load the single bullet on the chamber and point at his head.

His look: Awful

My Grin: An unremorseful sign of evil

he looks at me and says

"Go"

i keep my stare, and once again he signals me, but now he shouts

"Go!"

and i start getting a slight flashback or a dream

but i ignore it, now is not the time for that bullshit.

  He looks at my confusion and its like if he's seen my look before, his eyes open widely and its as if his whole life passed trough his eyes. i think I've waited enough, i say

"its time" i lay my finger on the trigger.

He shouts "Wait!" i jump, he startled me and now all i could see was red, pure red along with bits of flesh his color. My arm was sore, really sore and somehow the gun ended up on the floor, and the smell was something i didn't want to smell ever again, it was a smell of cooked meat, but the blood gave it a burnt metal smell a very strong smell.

I look up and his head was tilted up, and out of his forehead blood still gushed out, looked somehow like a blood fountain and his lifeless body is emptying out the fluid that at one point kept him alive, so really his life was squirting out his head as i watched. It took me a minute to notice that my hearing was off but after some time all i could hear was a faint ringing noise, and that, that noise also sparked some type of day dream in me.

i had one thing on my mind, and one thing only, all else was gone. i wanted to know what he had to say, i wish i could go back in time to the moment i  laid my finger on the trigger, i didn't want to know i needed to know.

He had the answer and i fucked up, but now he's dead I'm alive and all i need to do is wait now, the time is coming soon, the boss will be here i will be able to go get food and something to drink.

For now all i can do is rest