Not a killer

Epilogue

After that, things finally went back to normal.

Obviously, my mum was tremendously happy to see me again. She immediately called off the police search for me, telling everyone the "good news".

Unfortunately, the police asked me a lot of questions, but I had already planned everything out with Barry. First of all, I didn't tell them the truth. Instead, I convinced everyone (including mum) that I had simply run away from home, in search for a better life. Luckily, they just about believed it all.

Also, only a week after my return, one of the job offers I had aplied for had been accepted. I became a librarian, and a good one too. I loved the job, especially because of my passion for literature. And there, I even made good friends.

Finally, my life seemed to grow back into shape once more, just like the days before dad passed away.

As for Barry, things didn't go bad for him either. Well, he did have to completely rub out his identity and make a new one, because of his criminal records.

But I thought this was good for him. He was starting off again from scratch, a whole new page in his life, leaving behind his tragic and dark past. Even though his name became Evan Wells, I still prefered to call him Barry, and he didn't mind. It was his real name, after all.

Stuart and his men (well, what was rest of them) rescued Antonio's dad (I learnt later that his name was Archibald) and returned to their own illegal business. I didn't really care about what they did, as long as it didn't involve either me or.... Evan.

The two of us would meet up from time to time, to just have a chat, watch a baseball game or whatever. The thing I liked most about these meetings were that they were in normal circumstances.

This time, we weren't training to be killers, or escaping criminals or any of that. Our lives became normal, just like any other group of young men.

***

I sighed.

Nearly a month had gone by after all that had happened. That afternoon I had decided to climb the great hill that lay inland to our city. When I had reached the top, I had plumped down on the grass, exhausted. I was alone.

From where I was sitting, I could literally see the entire city, and all the way to the sea, which then vanished into the sunset. What a view!

I then lay back on the grass and closed my eyes. Soon, thoughts of the recent weeks (now just memories) appeared in my head.

I remembered the first time I saw Barry, who then was only the creepy guy on the bench watching me from across the park. Also Antonio's great golden room, with all its magnificence. The hours I passed in the training gym. The first failed escape. The control room.

And many many more...

Was I ever going to go back to being a killer? It was strange to think of, but I mean, the whole experience had really changed me, both physically and mentally.

I looked at my arms. Once skinny, now big, almost as big as Wade's. I really was half killer-half innocent teenager. But if I continued with my normal life, I would leave it all behind.

It was so strange. While I had been stuck in the base, all I had ever wanted was to get out of there and have a normal life, but now that I had finally achieved it, I wasn't so sure that this was what I wanted.

I slipped my hand in my pocket, and fingered the black piece of metal I had kept, almost as a reminder of my experience with the killers. Such a small thing, but so deadly.

Was I ever going to be a killer again?

Well, we would just have to wait and see...

The bullets clicked into the chamber of my gun.