In the eyes of...

In the eyes of....

I was walking down the road, around the corner from my minute apartment. The road was poorly lit and only the flickering of dimming street lamps illuminated the road. I was heading to the regular meeting spot of the people I care about the most, my links. They give me the money and I do as they say. Tough but at least it is a living.

It was the usual deal, they gave me an envelope, I read what was inside it. The note tells me what to do and where to pick up the money.
I began to read the note; it was very strange. This one was not like the other. This one was very personal.
I will have to do it or I will hunted down, constantly running away from something that could easily be fixed. But if I did it I would be going against all I believe. I would really have to think about this one.

As I was walking back to my apartment a drunken man began to follow me. He seemed to have gone away until I got back to my apartment to find a him screaming at my door, he must have lived in the same building but I had never seen him before. I was a bit worried. He began yelling out gibberish but while he was yelling he seemed to put some sense in to my problem.
“You should follow what you believe and nothing else if you know who you are then…” after he said this he passed out and lay in front of me. I saw me in him, he was laying there because of a wrong decision he once made in his life. I would not make the same mistake. After reading the note continuously I decided I was going to do it no matter what the consequences.

I began to prepare for the task in hand. I put on everything I needed, did my final checks, took a deep breath and left the apartment to do the job. I could feel my heart pounding in my chest, and a little voice asking me, “Are you sure, are you sure?”
I shrugged it off I knew what I had to do, nothing would stop me. As I walked down the stairs I began to sweat and question myself, “Are you doing the right thing?”
I took a deep breath, “Yes now leave me alone”.
I was in my own world not paying attention to the things around me.
An old lady walked passed shaking her head I realised I was arguing with myself on a stair well. I continued to walk down the stairs the smell became overpowering, I could see the left overs of drug addicts.
When I got to the bottom of the stairs there was a car waiting for me outside. It was going to take me to the location were I was going to perform the set task.

I felt really scared, after 25 years of doing this I could not believe that I was felling this way. But this was different – very different.

When the car arrived at the location I knew that I could not turn back, that I had to go though with it. It was a really large house with angels on the gate. As I looked at them it reminded me of my son’s birth, a tear slowly slid down my cheek I had not seen my son in twenty five years. I shook it off I knew I had to concentrate, I began to climb the wall I thought this would be easy. Sadly I was wrong. Something that should have took me five minutes took me thirty.
I was in; I saw a shadow walking around through the window, so I hid until I saw that it had disappeared. It was now 9:30, the note said that the task had to be completed by 10:15 or I was not going to get paid and maybe even be killed.

I moved toward the window strangely it was open I could have sworn that I saw someone close it. I climbed in through the window, I saw what I had to do. The tears started again I look at the photo in the envelope he man looked like me, he had the same last name as me too. I realised then that this man may be my son. I walked over to him he was on the chair sleeping, I took out the photo, looked at it again, I saw me and I began to really cry.
I could not bring my self to go through with this brutal act.. I was crying so loud that it woke him up. He stood up and tried to reach for a weapon as he did that.
I reached for mine.
I am a fifty year old man looking at my son for the first time in twenty five years. I felt so elated but so sad. He took a swipe at me, I moved quickly out of the way, I shot him in his foot. I stood over him, I looked at him sitting there in the corner of the room crying, then I saw a photo of his family. He had a wife and a beautiful young child.
I kept thinking what was I going to do. I put my finger around the trigger and pointed it at him, he was trembling. The tears began again.

I was standing there over him with a gun in my hand and for the first time in my life I was faced with a decision, to kill my son or to be killed.