Criminal ~ An Agent Story

I held the gun, still aimed at him. I didn't have a choice but to shoot him. A part of me didn't want to. The other wanted me to remain calm, cold, and heartless.

"Do it," Noah hissed in my ear. I kept my eyes on the target. He was drunken, it was very clear. I wanted to say bye, to have a laugh with him once more, to cuddle with him after I watched a scary movie. But I knew I wouldn't have it, whether he was alive or not.

I kept my stance steady and ready. This was my job. But family comes first.. doesn't it? Well. Not to this girl.

Keeping my eyes hard, I slowly pulled the trigger, a loud boom echoing through the empty cave. Blood was splattered everywhere, blood running down from the bullet hole like a fountain.

I fell to my knees, dropping the gun, while Noah comforted me. That was one less criminal, one less evil person. But this was the first time I didn't want to kill anybody. Especially.. my brother.