...Sorry. I just wanted to post this. SO SUCK ON THAT!!!!
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Where was he going? What was he doing? He didn't know then, he doesn't know
now. Life took him and he went along.
Conceive. Mature. Bear. Infant. Toddler. Primary school. Secondary
School.
High School. Driver's education. Boot camp. Officer's training. Jump
training.
Underwater training. Sniper training. Hand to hand training. Desert Storm.
Disavow. Disappear.
Walking. Plodding. Sprinting. It was all the same to him. He hated it
all. He hated
the desert, he hated the army, he hated everything. His heart was saturated
with hate.
Walk. Sleep. Walk. Sleep. Walk. Eat. Sleep. Walk. Sleep. Days on
end, he went through the same routine. Desert. His constant companion.
Vultures. Waiting for him to die. He wasn't going to die, though. He
wouldn't die. He simply refused.
City. Walk. Drink. Pay. Fight. Kill. Eat. He went through the town,
taking what he wanted and paying when it contented him to do so. New
clothes. Black market. New passport. New birth certificate. New hometown.
New identity. New life. New beginning. And every beginning comes from an
end. This particular beginning was born of the end of one man's life; his
title being that of 'Military Special Forces Operative.' His new life
created him a new title as well.
Plane. America. Plane. Germany. Plane. Train. Car. Hotel.
"Hello?"
"I was contacted about a job that you needed done. Give me the details in
two days at the corner of Marduke and Hudson. In the phone booth." Click.
Sleep. Eat. Sleep. Eat. Walk. Open. Close. Wait.
"Hello? Is that you?"
Open.
"Were you followed?"
"No."
"Are you sure?"
"Yes."
Pull. Close.
"Do you have the information?"
Take.
"Here. This should be everything you need to know."
Open. Rifle. Close.
"Payment?"
"Half now, half later."
Unlatch. Open. Place. Close. Latch.
"Very well. In three days I will expect half of my payment to be transferred
to this account."
Give.
"Upon completion of the job, I will contact you to request the rest of the
payment."
Open. Leave.
Days passed. The funds were transferred. He was content with his new
profession.
Complete. Contact. Confirm. Check out. Plane.
He. He who is not. He who never was. He who never will be. He.
Days. Weeks. Months. Meet. Chat. Kill.
Contact. Confirm. Check out. Plane.
Meet. Chat. Tail. Kill.
Contact. Confirm. Check out. Plane.
Weeks. Months. Years.
"Hello? Is anyone there?"
Open.
"Yes?"
"Hi. I just moved in next door, and I was wondering if you could help me
carry up some boxes that I forgot downstairs. My name's..."
Interrupt.
"...Not important. I will help you. You are a beautiful woman."
Smile. Walk. Pick up. Carry. Open. Place. Smile. Leave. Open. Close.
He. He who was dead. He who made dead. He who was in love.
Weeks. Months.
Call.
"Would you like to go to dinner with me?"
"I'd love to!"
Sigh.
"What time should I pick you up?"
"I live next door to you!"
Chuckle.
"How's eight?"
"See you then." Click.
Hang up. Smile.
Shower. Dress. Shave. Comb. Spray. Shine. Straighten. Order. Wait.
Doorbell.
Open. Pay. Accept. Close. Smell.
"I hope she likes these."
Pace. Look. Deep breath. Open. Close. Step. Knock.
Door opens.
"Hello. You look mighty handsome tonight. So...what're the flowers for?"
Hand. Smile.
"For you."
She smiles.
"Just let me go put these in some water."
Wait. Smile.
"Well, then. Shall we go, m'lady?"
"Oh, you old smoothy."
Smile. Escort. Walk. Open. Enter. Close.
"Por Deux, please."
"You didn't have to get a limo! It's just a date!"
Smile. Kiss.
"What better to spend money on than on a date with the most beautiful woman
in the world?"
She giggles. She kisses.
Kiss.
Open. Step. Support. Close. Walk.
"Reservation for..."
"Right this way, sir."
Walk. Sit. Look. Order.
Chat. Eat. Pay. Leave.
Escort. Step. Open. Close.
"I hope she liked the date."
Phone rings.
Answer. Accept.
Eat. Sleep. Eat. Leave. Arrive. Wait.
Notice. Greet. Accept. Take. Leave. Observe.
Complete. Contact. Confirm.
Years.
Avoid. Dodge. Evade.
They spot him. They attack. He swiftly dispatches them.
Leave. Run. Hail. Enter.
"34th and Main. Step on it!"
Wait. Pay. Exit. Run. Open. Run. Knock.
Door opens.
Stare.
"You do not exist, yet you are here. How did you make it out of the Middle
East alive?"
"It doesn't matter how he did. We have his wife. He has to do what we say."
Look.
She struggles.
Glance.
His wedding ring glistens on his finger. He remembers the night he proposed
to her. She was so happy. He remembers the night their first child was
born. He remembers the day his first child died.
Memories. Feelings. Hate. Saturated with hate.
"Give me my wife!"
"We want you to do a job for us first. Then, we'll let your wife go."
"...Information?"
Take. Open.
"I accept."
"We knew you would. Now, we'll be taking this little lady with us, so as to
keep some collateral. And don't forget. We're the United States Army
Special Forces. You can't stop us. Calling the police, or even the national
guard for that matter, wouldn't help."
Nod. Step aside. Watch.
"I'll save you. Don't worry."
She looks at him with sad eyes.
She disappears around the corner with the men.
Swear. Throw. Kick. Collapse. Cry.
Wake up. Eat. Check. Confirm. Leave.
"He should be here any minute."
He sees the man coming. He's wearing a trench coat and a hat.
Aim. Fire.
Blood.
Watch. Realize.
Horror.
His hat falls from his face, revealing his wife.
Scream.
Every beginning is born from an end. Every end begets a beginning.
This beginning was the creation of his end. His life. His wife.
"Well, he played right into our hands, huh?"
"Yup. He killed his own wife, then killed himself."
"Oh, well. Let's go, captain."
Leave.
War. Infiltrate.
"I'm sorry captain, but we have to do this."
Disavow. Disappear.
Hate.