"Why hell-", I was stopped short. Duncan looked back. His face was full of fear. He was attempting to climb out the window. Running over to the window Banquo crushed Duncan's fingers. He let out a shrill scream, as his fingers fell to the floor and blood gushed over the windowsill. "Oh god, oh god." he screamed. He tried to run out the door, but I slammed it. "You are not going to quit on us again are you?" I asked. I went closer to him. "I'm sorry Duncan, but this time you're not getting away with anything. I'm not letting you go again, so you can ruin our lives completely. You've done enough damage to us, now its our turn to do damage to you." Duncan went closer to the bed. "Please Mac, don't do this. It was all a mistake. I promise you, I'm not the one to blame." Banquo then came over, putting the gun to his head he spoke, "You're not one to make promises Duncan. I'm sorry but we can't trust you. Shoot the basteird Mac." I shot him about 6 times before he finally fell. I watched as his body convulsed. "Finish him Banquo." The last shot rang through the air. It was a shot heard round the world. I kicked him. You can't be too sure with these things. Banquo kicked away the gun. "He's dead." I nodded. I took out my cell phone to call my wife. " We'll be there in a few minutes sweetie." Hanging up, I looked at Duncan," It's done. Earlier we had planned with my wife to take the body's to a nearby barn. There we could wash up, and call the police. No matter what, we would not be pinned for this crime. "Get them in the trunk. I'll clean up this mess." I said to Banquo. "Yes Mac." he said, picking up the first lifeless corpse. As I washed my hands in the sink, I looked at myself in the mirror. I had almost forgot this feeling. As you wash the fresh blood of your hands you're supposed to have a feeling of satisfaction. All I had now was a feeling of regret. I had done the world a favor. I had cleansed the world of one more piece of scum, yet I was full of shame. All at once the past few years started to play like scenes in my mind. I grabbed my head with both hands, "STOP IT. God damnit. Stop it." I banged my head on the wall, and watched as blood trickled down my forehead. I looked at myself in the mirror once again, "We did the right thing." But all I saw in the mirror was a failure. Taking the mirror, I threw it on the ground smashing it into millions of little pieces. Nothing could stop me. Duncan needed to be killed, he did. Nothing could convince me otherwise. Banquo must of heard the commotion because he was now by my side "Mac?" I looked at him, anger still flushed my face. "What?" he looked at the broken mirror, and then at me. "What happened?" I pushed past him. "Nothing. Clean that up, I'll start the car."