Disclaimer: Wow, it's been a while since I've had to write one of these
(haven't written anything new in a few years now) Alias, alas, does not
belong to me. It belongs to a very lucky guy who goes by J.J. I am an
impoverished university student so there would really be no point in suing
me anyway.
The minute I saw her I knew that we were destined to work together. At least the minute I saw her on the job. I'd seen her likeness before, in photos and through stories. She was made out to be some kind of super human. I had no idea that she actually was. She do could anything, absolutely anything. Her only fault was her conscience. Is her conscience. That will be used against her.
I don't know of anyone who would compromise herself the way that I've see her do so. To kill a man who had been like a father to her to save another's life. I'd have thought that she'd have some moral qualms with that. But she didn't hesitate. Not once. Although now that I think about it, that could have been because of the acid.
I always maintain that my loyalties are flexible. The truth is they're not. My trust is not easily given, but once earned it is yours. My instincts have not failed me as yet. It doesn't matter in whom I trust the simple fact that there is someone else out there in the big wide world that knows me would be enough to change anyone's mind. Possibly even Ms. Bristow herself.
I am not alone. Though some believe this life is unbearable, it is not. I may not be proud of some of the things I've done but it's too late to change them now. No regrets. That would be my motto, "no regrets". I figure if you think you'll regret it in the future don't do it at all. I chose to help "The Man." I chose to be field rated. The cause and consequence are both mine. I don't feel remorse for a thing I've done. Some might even say I don't feel. Compartmentalizing is a gift I was born with. No person I've killed has not been deserving of the punishment I bestowed.
While this may sound like playing God to those less fortunate, it's following orders. You refuse them, you die. It's that straight forward. You always have the choice. Life is entirely about your choices. But my loyalty, my true loyalty, to my family is unwavering. Blood is thicker than water I've been told. It's funny that he has no idea of the lengths to which I would go to protect him. That he is the only blood relative I have left. Two years ago when I was captured he said to me that he didn't just automatically pull the trigger. I wanted to tell him then, but I couldn't make the words come out. "Thank you," I said to the brother who may never know me.
The minute I saw her I knew that we were destined to work together. At least the minute I saw her on the job. I'd seen her likeness before, in photos and through stories. She was made out to be some kind of super human. I had no idea that she actually was. She do could anything, absolutely anything. Her only fault was her conscience. Is her conscience. That will be used against her.
I don't know of anyone who would compromise herself the way that I've see her do so. To kill a man who had been like a father to her to save another's life. I'd have thought that she'd have some moral qualms with that. But she didn't hesitate. Not once. Although now that I think about it, that could have been because of the acid.
I always maintain that my loyalties are flexible. The truth is they're not. My trust is not easily given, but once earned it is yours. My instincts have not failed me as yet. It doesn't matter in whom I trust the simple fact that there is someone else out there in the big wide world that knows me would be enough to change anyone's mind. Possibly even Ms. Bristow herself.
I am not alone. Though some believe this life is unbearable, it is not. I may not be proud of some of the things I've done but it's too late to change them now. No regrets. That would be my motto, "no regrets". I figure if you think you'll regret it in the future don't do it at all. I chose to help "The Man." I chose to be field rated. The cause and consequence are both mine. I don't feel remorse for a thing I've done. Some might even say I don't feel. Compartmentalizing is a gift I was born with. No person I've killed has not been deserving of the punishment I bestowed.
While this may sound like playing God to those less fortunate, it's following orders. You refuse them, you die. It's that straight forward. You always have the choice. Life is entirely about your choices. But my loyalty, my true loyalty, to my family is unwavering. Blood is thicker than water I've been told. It's funny that he has no idea of the lengths to which I would go to protect him. That he is the only blood relative I have left. Two years ago when I was captured he said to me that he didn't just automatically pull the trigger. I wanted to tell him then, but I couldn't make the words come out. "Thank you," I said to the brother who may never know me.