Trigger

Rock looked down the barrel of the gun. In front of him stood Xiao, a Triad gone rogue, arms raised in surrender.

"Please, don't shoot," he said in an almost cocky tone, knowing that Rock had never killed anyone before, "I'll give you anything: money, drugs…"

"Shut up," Rock screamed. His hand was shaking now.

"Rock, you okay?" Revy said, looking bored, "Just give me the gun, I'll finish him off."

"No, Revy," Rock glared at the man, "After all that this bastard's done to me, I have to do this."

"Pfff," Revy said as she reached into her pocket and pulled out a cigarette, "You never learned," she mumbled.

"What?" Rock asked.

"Nothing, nothing. Just make it quick."

Rock took a deep breath and took a step closer to the man. He aimed right between the man's eyes, but still didn't pull the trigger. Now he was shaking violently, his breathing became erratic. He tightened his grip on the gun...

"Why?" Rock fell to his knees, "Why, after everything he has done, can't I bring myself to do it?"

A smile formed at the corner of the man's mouth, but a gunshot wiped it away immediately and he fell to the ground, dead.

"Rock," Revy grabbed his arm and pulled him up as she holstered her smoking cutlass, "Guns, bombs, knives, those aren't your weapons. Don't kid yourself into thinking that those are what you should fight with."
"Revy. How do you do it? How do you make yourself pull the trigger?"
She took a deep breath, "You can see your target as human. See them as a paycheck, a beast, something that has no purpose. This has to be your view on life, Rock. You have to look at the world as a place covered by darkness, where the few shining spots left have no place left in the world…That's why you can't kill. Revenge? Hate? These are things that you attach to a human. As long as you hold onto such notions, you won't have a place amongst the dark."
"Then where does that put me, Revy? I'm not in the dark because I can't see people as you do. But I'm not in the light because I see the evil that pervades the world. Where does that leave me?"

"Rock," she smiled, "…just shut up. This philosophy is giving me a headache." She started walking away, "Come on," she said over her shoulder, "let's go get drunk."

Rock followed her. For some reason, he couldn't help but smile.

This just kinda popped into my head. I've wanted to do a story where Rock finally kills someone, but it's gotten to the point where I just don't want to make him do that anymore. I know it's not my best writing, but I think this is one of my favorite pieces that I've written so far.

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