A/N: An angsty drabble. I'm sorry, but I've got my theatre school talent exam in two days. Hence the angst. I guess it could be any character, but probably Jack.
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I killed a man today.
I took the life of a living, breathing human being.
It was simple.
Load. Aim. Pull the trigger.
He stumbled, flinched and looked down at the ruby red blood oozing out of his chest. But didn't stop.
Load. Aim. Pull the trigger.
Another flinch. Another thread of crimson.
Brown eyes. Eyes that slowly faded as the last breath left his lungs.
Brown eyes. Staring wide open at the sky.
Without soul.
Without life.
I killed a man today.
Again.
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