It was never supposed to end like this.
I can't help thinking it as I gaze into his broken eyes. His whole body is trembling as tears stream down his face.
We both know where it goes from here. We both know, but it takes more than a knowledge of the future to prompt action. It takes a resolve about your faith in any one thing. I have resolve in my faith that he is the bad guy. I don't have resolve in the fact that, though this action is necessary, is moral.
Morals have always been my guiding beacons. My morals have always been strict two tone: black and white. Like a good film. I'm veering dangerously into grey area.
"Please, you don't have to do this," he begs the words, hiccupped between body shaking sobs.
I can't look him in the eye anymore. If I do, I'll weaken, lose my resolve. But I can't look away, I can't pretend he's not an actual person. That's the coward's way out. I can't stoop to his level.
I have to be better than him. I can't say I am.
The metal in my hand weighs a tonne as I raise my hand, level the weapon within.
"I do though."
His cries become a wail. The harsh sound echoes crudely off the walls, assaulting my ears.
I take a deep breath in and meet his eyes. I don't know what he sees in mine, but it's enough to have him start hyperventilating.
I pull the trigger in one short, smooth move.
The world falls silent.
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Friend and Foe
Teen FictionHiya! I know a description is what lures in the readers but I'm not putting one up for fear that I'll ruin the story. I can promise you a few things, like: - superheroes; - strong, willful, female lead; - villains; and - financial ruin. Put a little...
