The Thrill in the Kill…….And What it Does After Elham I. 8-1 I’m a deadbeat. There is no way to sugarcoat it (and frankly, I don’t want to).
Being as profound and logical as I am, I decided to do something aside from my part-job at a convenience store: rob a bank. I probably would have gotten myself killed, but hey, no more having to reject minors for alcohol, right?
Ember sprinkled my lap as I lit my cigarette. We were in the van headed toward the bank. I looked at my fellow criminals: five dapperly dressed men wearing very grotesque masks (granted, my clown mask doesn’t shine with beauty either.) Our objective is simple, we break into the vault and take $10,000. Then again, if it was that easy, there would be more of them in real …show more content…
4 seconds: We are going to prison if I don’t act quickly.
3 seconds: I can't just sacrifice them, I am not a devil.
2 seconds: But there is no other choice.
1 seconds: Damn it, we’re cornered, we have no ammunition.
0 seconds: I head for the exit as the bomb touches the ground.
One second before the explosion I was trying to run away, the next second, I was sent 40 meters out. I crashed into the freezing cold pavement and staggered to the van. I enter and drive off towards the rendezvous.
Blood drips from my shot wounds and I am deaf in one ear. But I made it! With $50,000! I smirk as I look for support from my team-mates only to realize what I have done. I sink in my seat and a silent tear rolls down my beaten up face.
After an hour I get out to find him, my boss, waiting. His hair is slicked to the side and he wears a three piece suit. The look on his pale, icy eyes tells everything.
“You don’t need to be such a wuss,” he said.
You’re not the one who killed the whole team, I think, but I decided against saying that aloud. I just showed him the earnings.
“Excellent,” he gazed into the bag of money.
“Um…sir the …show more content…
I was no better than him.
My knuckles turned white and I clenched the gun tighter in my hand. Then, it started to snow. ❄❄❄
And here I am, writing to whoever gets this letter. I clocked the boss in the head with the butt of my gun. Anticlimactic, I know, but he should get his due justice from lawful authority. As for me, well, I’m not done yet. I need to make amends for everything I have done (which may take years). Then, I will turn myself in. It may be ten years after but I will make sure I pay my due time.
I’m at the bank that I robbed a month ago today. Funny enough, it’s snowing today too. Big fat snowflakes dancing through the air. Almost like dollar bills (I’m not insane trust me).
I’ve enlisted myself into the military. I hope that eventually, I will be able to save lives rather than kill them and I will do everything in my power to help the world get rid of the likes of those who bring upon evil mindlessly. I hope that I can be forgiven for what I did before. For what I brought upon those people for my own selfish intents.
Maybe one day, I won’t feel anxious around people for my gruesome actions, but stand with pride for my better
Being as profound and logical as I am, I decided to do something aside from my part-job at a convenience store: rob a bank. I probably would have gotten myself killed, but hey, no more having to reject minors for alcohol, right?
Ember sprinkled my lap as I lit my cigarette. We were in the van headed toward the bank. I looked at my fellow criminals: five dapperly dressed men wearing very grotesque masks (granted, my clown mask doesn’t shine with beauty either.) Our objective is simple, we break into the vault and take $10,000. Then again, if it was that easy, there would be more of them in real …show more content…
4 seconds: We are going to prison if I don’t act quickly.
3 seconds: I can't just sacrifice them, I am not a devil.
2 seconds: But there is no other choice.
1 seconds: Damn it, we’re cornered, we have no ammunition.
0 seconds: I head for the exit as the bomb touches the ground.
One second before the explosion I was trying to run away, the next second, I was sent 40 meters out. I crashed into the freezing cold pavement and staggered to the van. I enter and drive off towards the rendezvous.
Blood drips from my shot wounds and I am deaf in one ear. But I made it! With $50,000! I smirk as I look for support from my team-mates only to realize what I have done. I sink in my seat and a silent tear rolls down my beaten up face.
After an hour I get out to find him, my boss, waiting. His hair is slicked to the side and he wears a three piece suit. The look on his pale, icy eyes tells everything.
“You don’t need to be such a wuss,” he said.
You’re not the one who killed the whole team, I think, but I decided against saying that aloud. I just showed him the earnings.
“Excellent,” he gazed into the bag of money.
“Um…sir the …show more content…
I was no better than him.
My knuckles turned white and I clenched the gun tighter in my hand. Then, it started to snow. ❄❄❄
And here I am, writing to whoever gets this letter. I clocked the boss in the head with the butt of my gun. Anticlimactic, I know, but he should get his due justice from lawful authority. As for me, well, I’m not done yet. I need to make amends for everything I have done (which may take years). Then, I will turn myself in. It may be ten years after but I will make sure I pay my due time.
I’m at the bank that I robbed a month ago today. Funny enough, it’s snowing today too. Big fat snowflakes dancing through the air. Almost like dollar bills (I’m not insane trust me).
I’ve enlisted myself into the military. I hope that eventually, I will be able to save lives rather than kill them and I will do everything in my power to help the world get rid of the likes of those who bring upon evil mindlessly. I hope that I can be forgiven for what I did before. For what I brought upon those people for my own selfish intents.
Maybe one day, I won’t feel anxious around people for my gruesome actions, but stand with pride for my better