Disclaimer: Harry Potter and related characters belong to J.K. Rowling. I just play with them from time to time.
Author's Note: This was written shortly after I finished reading Half-Blood Prince, so it is a little old.
((Decisions))
The tall and lanky man finished his note with a trembling hand, folding it carefully before placing it into the locket.
He sighed as he pushed back his black hair, revealing amber eyes.
What he had decided would most definitely be the end of him. He was defying the Dark Lord, and by doing so, ensured his death.
His parents had been thrilled when he had joined the Death Eaters. They had always thought that he had had the right idea: Killing the Muggles and ridding the world of half bloods, Mudbloods, and the like.
The man thought this a good philosophy too, at the time.
But now... Now he would do anything to get out.
He would carry out his plan and disappear for a while. He would be dead in a matter of days after going AWOL from the group, if not hours.
He reprimanded himself for not listening to his brother.
That goody-goody brother of his that got himself disowned.
The man chuckled gruffly, despite his situation, as he remembered how his brother had run away from home so many years ago, making sure to give their mother a goodbye curse. She had boils on her bum for a week.
Regret now settled in. Regret for not listening to his brother's annoying yet knowledgeable rants about how the Dark Lord was mental and that no good could ever come from his ideals. The man knew his older brother loved him; he just felt sorry that his brother didn't know how much he loved him back.
The man glanced at the sky.
A blood-red sunset greeted him, making his expression somber.
Blood-red sunsets were a bad omen. They brought death and destruction in their wake.
With that, the dark-haired man got up, clutching the locket tightly in his hand before setting it deep into his pocket.
"Well, let's get going. Before you lose your nerve," the man said to himself, "Regulus Black."