My Own
They say that in the end good will always win. They say that dark can never triumph over light.
What they say is wrong.
On the outside the light may triumph, on the outside the good will win… but on the inside… On the inside the good are as rotten as the bad, the inside of the light is a mass of darkness.
How I know? I am what most call the epitome of a light witch, the one who will always defend the good – and that is all true. Yet no-one ever asks how I defend the good, how I ensure that darkness does not win. Do they honestly expect me to walk up to the bad guys and tell them that what they are doing is wrong and that they have to change their ways? Do they really expect the bad guys to listen to me instead of just killing me?
Well, most really expect that to work; I know differently.
In the end the good use the same tactics, the same weapons as the bad, kill with the same swiftness. The difference? The good never draw first, they only react. At least that is what they tell themselves and their families.
Truth is, if the good guys want to stay alive they have to draw before the bad guys, they have to be the first to kill in order to avoid being killed.
Oh, I have not killed half as many as my opponent, even less than half as I can still remember the faces of all those I have killed and can count their numbers on the fingers of one hand and know that he killed that many before he turned twenty. And yet, I am as much a murderer as he was, only that no one would dare to call me such. After all I am their saviour.
Life isn't fair; it never was and never will be, I had learned that much by the time I was entering primary school. Now I am twenty four and feel like I have nothing left to live for; my friends are either dead or have deserted me years ago, the man I loved is dead as are my unborn twins.
No, life was never fair to me, it robbed me of everything I ever held dear - and for that reason I will take one last life.
My own.