I went in through the back door. Picking locks had never really been much of an extreme difficulty for me, but locks on an old farm house like this was basically like opening an unlocked door. Even with boots on, my steps were light; little people often made little noise. I kept a gun in my right hand, hunting knife in my left as I crept through the darkness of the house. I moved slow, watching my step and being careful not to run into any furniture to create any unwanted noise.

I saw three doors, one opened to a bathroom, and two shut. Worst case scenario, there was a brother in each room which would make this bit harder. Killing one would surely alert the other. Killing two people at the same time was always a tricky business, but not nearly as difficult as it could be if done properly. Best case scenario, they were both in the same room and I could take them both out in their sleep without a single problem.

I stepped forward, moving towards the door close to me and as I took that single step, I heard a very loud creak in the silence from the wood floor beneath my feet. I froze, petrified for a mere second. I listened closely, listened for any hint that perhaps I had woken any one of the brothers. There was a noise, another creak from another step on the wood floor. It came from the room across the way, and my head snapped in that direction. I held the gun facing the other door, waiting for someone to emerge. I heard no footsteps coming towards the door; instead I heard a noise suggesting a body laying back down onto a metal bed frame. Well, I knew one brother was in that room, the question now was whether or not there was one in the room I was by.

Slipping my hunting knife back into my sheath, I slowly turned the doorknob and creeped inside carefully. I could see a figure in a bed, passed out on top of the covers. He was shirtless and still wearing blue jeans. It was a little too dark to tell which brother from where I stood, but honestly it didn't entirely matter. I stepped forward slowly, moving to the end of the bed with my gun pointed forward at his sleeping body. He was on his back, which made aiming for his head so much easier. As I stood there I realized something rather awkward…I hadn't killed him yet. I should have pulled the trigger by now, but I hadn't. Upon the realization I started to feel something, something that had never occurred to me when on a job before…Doubt.

Should I kill this man? I mean, I could very easily that was without question. But that wasn't the question. The question was, should I? Did he deserve to die? No, he didn't.

I wasn't sure how long I stood there, holding the gun aimed for his head, but it was longer then I needed to be there. I noticed my lingering presence once the brother started to stir in his sleep. It was like he knew he was being watched, because almost instantly he popped up in his bed so quick it actually startled me. I tried to remain still, calm and stern as I kept the gun aimed right for his head (which was now just a short distance from my barrel). Now he was up I recognized him as Murphy. His eyes cut from my gun to me…to my gun to me. His eyes caught mine for a moment, his eyes were tired and face confused. His breathing was heavy but he didn't seem scared. I was though. I was scared. I was scared I wasn't going to be able to pull that trigger. My entire life killing was such an easy task for me, my entire life I could kill without question and yet here I was, questioning.

It was like he could tell I was conflicted. He didn't try to plea, try to fight. He just sat there on his bed, looking at me with a certain amount of understanding and comfort that put me in a strange sense of ease. I gripped my gun tighter, as if that was going to motivate me to pull the trigger any sooner. It didn't. I couldn't do it, I knew I couldn't yet I stood there with my gun up hoping I would get a hold of myself.

I looked at him, his eyes locked with my own but then I saw something, in the darkness I could see his eyes flicker out of our stare for just a moment. He didn't look at my gun as he had before, but he snapped his sights right back to me before I knew it. But still, that single split second was all I needed to know…someone was behind me, Conner was behind me.

I felt arms wrap around me and Murphy lunged forward on the bed to punch me in the face. I took the hit, but with my free hand (Conner had poor judgment not to restrain my arms while he had the chance)I smacked him right across the face. I lifted a leg up, pressing my foot against the metal bed frame, and shoved backwards, throwing off Conner's balance. Conner fell back with me still in his hold, but once he hit the floor I elbowed him in the ribs and loosened his grip. I rolled right out of his hold only to have the weight of Murphy come crashing down on top of me. I rolled to get on top, he rolled back, we did this a few times before we rolled right into the wall; his back being the one to slam into the wall.

I got back up on my feet only to be greeted with a swing from Conner. I bent back to dodge his fist, and grabbed my knife. I took a swing at him but as I moved forward Murphy jumped up onto his feet and grabbed a handful of my hair and brought my head down to meet his knee. I stabbed my knife as deep into his leg as I could, holding onto his thigh as I did and pulling it up to make him loose balance and fall back against the wall. Before I could even completely regain my posture Conner punched me, again in the face. He grabbed my shoulder and tried to pull me closer but when he did I punched him right in the gut. I grabbed his shoulder, bringing my knee to his gut and shoving him back.

I pulled a gun out now, aiming right for his head and he froze once he saw. He held his arms up, as if to surrender, but before I could even get my finger on the trigger I felt Murphy's hand grab my ankles and jerk my feet back, causing me to fall face first onto the ground. Conner kicked the gun out of my hand so hard I was almost sure he broke a finger or two and Murphy pounced onto my back, digging his knees into the back of shoulders and he held my head down. Next thing I felt was a swift knock to the back of my head and I blacked right out.