The Streets of Canterbury

Entry-9

03-09-15

I've been worried to exhaustion about when I would yet again be able to make these notes and continue on in my story. I know that certainly someone must be reading this recollection of my darker days. I can only hope. Where had I been? Right. The feeling of utter betrayal was tearing me apart from the inside when I was cowering there under his shadow. I had trusted him with everything and now he had turned all my love for him to dust. I know not this man, torn with hellish desire. I shan't believe it was ever truly him. I had thought that certainly God had been listening to my silent prayers of fear, as I spotted emerging from the crest of the hill, men in uniform advancing upon us. I noticed that my friend's face had fallen into a degree of furious anger, and contorted into that of a snarl. He growled, growled! Like a caged animal! More and more men approached us, hastily stepping down to the bank, pistols and batons drawn. A uniformed man stepped forward and raised his pistol level with our heads. 'Sir, put that man down and nobody will be hurt.' The officer yelled. My friend snarled and lunged at the poor officer, slicing my shoulder and knocking me into the mud. All the other officers ran to apprehend the man, tackling him to the ground and forcing him to his knees. I had climbed over, despite my horribly stinging shoulder and dragged myself in front of him and the other officers. I fearfully put my hand on the pistol I held at my side. I looked at his face, and was thoroughly surprised to see that his face was alight with fear. Pure terror. I'd imagine he had finally come to realise the consequences of his ill actions. We both knew this, it seemed, for he looked up at me in defeat and begged, 'Come on, Al. Do it. I know you want to. You have to. Put these people out of their misery, purge the world of one more evil.' His voiced had faltered. 'Do it, please, I beg of you. Do it for me, won't you, friend...' This was a moment in which I regret everything. Wherein the stem of all my hardships began. But I hadn't known what would happen, in the fervour of the moment. That shot rang out against the setting sky, and I swear on my soul I can still hear that shot ring, ringing, ringing...