Diving Headfirst Into Hell
The sky was moaning with booming cries all the while weeping. Torrents of water poured from the ashen sky, weeping for me to stop this before madness ensues. My conscious joined in; screamed at me from all sides calling me a monster occasionally along with a few more raucous words. I pushed it back and deep into my mind knowing that I would never be going through there.
A Victorian-like house sat in the rain, its porch was flooded as I made my way up. The murky rain water seeped through my shoe; not that it really mattered. The rain had gotten to it a quite a while ago along with the rest of my cloths.
I had finally reached my destination, not that it took a long time to reach. A white door separated me from everything that I thought I desired to have after this.
I reached into my navy blue coat pocket and clasped my palm around an item loosely yet firmly.
A woman in her mid twenties with jet black hair, such dark blue eyes that screamed "Aren't I pretty?" and was dressed in a maid's garbs opened the door slightly.
"Yes?" She asked cautiously.
"I'm sorry…"
She looked confused for a second. I grimaced slightly and pulled out the item I had in my pocket, a semi-automatic pistol, and shot her point blank; the lead bullet went through her forehead, bits of jelly like gray tissue flew out along with it. She stared at me with a look that said WTF and then collapsed to the ground with a thud.
I pushed the heavy white door open and stepped over the servant and scanned the room. The walls were a pale honey color. Expensive furniture littered the large living room, the ivory curtains fluttered slightly from the draft entering through the door.
An out of place ebony leather sofa sat at the side of the room. A little boy with messy brown hair and green eyes dressed in a uniform with a book bag slung carelessly over his shoulders. His wide little eyes darted back and forth from me and the maid; his face turned white and started screaming.
A voice boomed from upstairs along with a few frantic steps. "Alex!"
My right hand with the gun rose. I felt a pang of pity in my chest. I had to do this, I knew I had to; if not, consequences will bloom.
My mind wrestled with me.
But no, I can't; he's too young for such a fate.
What should I do, I don't know what I should do, I never expected children to be living with such vile people. I had to kill him; that was my order. I had to kill everyone in this villa.
But this isn't right.
Rapid thumping came from upstairs.
I stared at him. Alex's eyes were wide open, his green eyes were full of fear and pleading for me to go away, to just go away and never return.
My hand started shaking.
This isn't right; I never should've joined the Turks in the first place.
The thumping stopped, I sensed someone behind me. I turned around. A man looking like an older version of the boy glared at me with malice. In his hand was a revolver and it was pointed at me.
He started to say something; he never got a chance to utter one word before I emptied the rest of the magazine into his chest.
The man started coughing furiously all the while trying to aim at me and shooting all over.
Luckily he missed me. Sadly, he placed a bullet in the child's stomach.
Alex fell right after the impact and soon came the man toppling down to the ground.
A nice part of the living room had a pool of blood forever staining the wooden floor and vanilla colored carpets all the while releasing a metallic odor.
My job here is done.
I had chosen to do this and I am damned to be a lapdog of the Shinra till the day I die and there is nothing I can do about it.