I've never been one to talk about dreams or love. Both seemed useless and unattainable to a guy like me. At the end of every good movie the hero realizes his dreams. Plus he usually gets the girl too. And I am anything but a hero.
I've killed thousands and I don't really care. I was trained to be a soldier, not a weak man full of emotion. Following orders is what I did. That's all there is to it. Or at least I thought it was.
Then I meet him. That pesky little boy, who never gave up. That pesky boy who refused to give up. No matter how many times I beat him, he always came back for more. And the more he came back, the harder it became to beat him. Until one fatal day I lost. I LOST! For years I tried to figure out how he did it. The battle replayed over and over in my mind. Without even realizing it I began to seek him out. I had to find out how he did it, especially if I ever wanted to forget.
When I found him again, the pesky boy had become a man. He was no longer the young boy I had remembered from all those past years. He'd changed, and I didn't. I'll admit that we both changed physically, but only he changed mentally. He had moved on and I hadn't. This angered me even more. And I blamed him for it. So once again our battle resumed. We fought and fought and fought.
Part of me will always fight him. The other half had to atone for the thousands it killed. It has to find peace. I'll most likely fight until I die, but from now on it's a different battle. Now I fight to find a reason to live.
I've never been one to talk about dreams or love. Both seemed useless and unattainable to a guy like me. At the end of every good movie the hero realizes his dreams. Plus he usually gets the girl too. And I am anything but a hero. But who knows? Maybe, just maybe I'll become one. Until then, let the fight resume.
