"Be Afraid of the swords, for yourselves for these crimes deserve the
sword so that you may know there is a judgment"
JOB CH 19:29
"Your move slick" he rested his head against the shimmy window, staring down from thirteen floors. I palmed the 357. Like a shivering puppy. "You got heart kid, a lot of heart, but business is business and well you got in the way. Was nothing personal" I stared at him through ancient eyes. "It never is, is it?" I asked. "Well, I think this is, hell I think this is as personal as it gets amigo, half the things you did to my boys, gringo would have had to had some beef with us." He smiled that Raymond smile of his. " You like the cult" I stared at the chrome of the pistol and wondered if heaven was as bright "don't fear the reaper?" he smiled again...damn him " yeah, you know that song was based on the seventh sign, that Demi broad played in it" he was still smiling "You know I didn't come up here to play Ebert." That's when his smiling stopped "yeah I know, I got dues to pay partner, figure it would come to this someday, Wasn't scared of dieing, where I'm going that's the scary part" he reached in his pocket and pulled out a lucky strike "you smoke?" he said offering me one "I don't breath" no one laughed at the joke. "So what are you waiting for ghost man, I ain't running no where, nowhere to go you wouldn't find me." It was my turn to smile. "Anxious, to be winged away to your eternity?" and I took a seat on the shredded lazy boy behind me. "Wouldn't you be?" we stayed silent for a few minutes or so. "I never like goodbyes either" I didn't say anything. "But if it means anything to you scoot, I am sorry for what happened, it was never supposed to go down like that, fucking scarecrow flipped when you and your old lady pulled up, by the time I could stop him he was already unloading his clip into the car, I swear I never meant for no body to get hurt, its just the way it happened." I sighed "I'm not the preacher, and this is not confession time, your absolution was set in stone when you put the knife to her throat while I watched with two bullets in my chest, everyone has a choice hector, you made yours, and now its time for you to receive your penance" he started to cry "I don't want to die man, please I don't want to die, I got me kids man, three of them and a girl, We was broke and needed money, scarecrow said no one would get hurt, I didn't want to do it man, but she was already dead, that hole in her head wasn't going to close by itself I did her a favor putting her out of her misery like that" he knelt down at my feet. "Judge not yet yea be judged, hector you had no right to take part in our fate, if god willed her to die from the gunshot wound then so be it, but I would still be here, and you would still be there, I don't care what your conscience is telling you now about that night, and I don't care what innocent lives you use to barter your life with me, my humanity has long been dead" I pointed the barrel of the gun to his head "And now your maker calls you to his kingdom, goodbye hector, till we meet again" The roar of the gun was my triumph.
JOB CH 19:29
"Your move slick" he rested his head against the shimmy window, staring down from thirteen floors. I palmed the 357. Like a shivering puppy. "You got heart kid, a lot of heart, but business is business and well you got in the way. Was nothing personal" I stared at him through ancient eyes. "It never is, is it?" I asked. "Well, I think this is, hell I think this is as personal as it gets amigo, half the things you did to my boys, gringo would have had to had some beef with us." He smiled that Raymond smile of his. " You like the cult" I stared at the chrome of the pistol and wondered if heaven was as bright "don't fear the reaper?" he smiled again...damn him " yeah, you know that song was based on the seventh sign, that Demi broad played in it" he was still smiling "You know I didn't come up here to play Ebert." That's when his smiling stopped "yeah I know, I got dues to pay partner, figure it would come to this someday, Wasn't scared of dieing, where I'm going that's the scary part" he reached in his pocket and pulled out a lucky strike "you smoke?" he said offering me one "I don't breath" no one laughed at the joke. "So what are you waiting for ghost man, I ain't running no where, nowhere to go you wouldn't find me." It was my turn to smile. "Anxious, to be winged away to your eternity?" and I took a seat on the shredded lazy boy behind me. "Wouldn't you be?" we stayed silent for a few minutes or so. "I never like goodbyes either" I didn't say anything. "But if it means anything to you scoot, I am sorry for what happened, it was never supposed to go down like that, fucking scarecrow flipped when you and your old lady pulled up, by the time I could stop him he was already unloading his clip into the car, I swear I never meant for no body to get hurt, its just the way it happened." I sighed "I'm not the preacher, and this is not confession time, your absolution was set in stone when you put the knife to her throat while I watched with two bullets in my chest, everyone has a choice hector, you made yours, and now its time for you to receive your penance" he started to cry "I don't want to die man, please I don't want to die, I got me kids man, three of them and a girl, We was broke and needed money, scarecrow said no one would get hurt, I didn't want to do it man, but she was already dead, that hole in her head wasn't going to close by itself I did her a favor putting her out of her misery like that" he knelt down at my feet. "Judge not yet yea be judged, hector you had no right to take part in our fate, if god willed her to die from the gunshot wound then so be it, but I would still be here, and you would still be there, I don't care what your conscience is telling you now about that night, and I don't care what innocent lives you use to barter your life with me, my humanity has long been dead" I pointed the barrel of the gun to his head "And now your maker calls you to his kingdom, goodbye hector, till we meet again" The roar of the gun was my triumph.