As I walk under the moonlit sky I think of my predicament. My future seems bleak. I feel the soft mud under my feet, wishing my future was as malleable. Unfortunately all of our wishes do not come true, that much is apparent. I am walking at a leisurely pace since I have nowhere else to be and also because I want to reflect on my deeds. Why is it that life has a cruel way of haunting us with our past when we finally embrace positivity? A past I had resolved to leave behind. A past that I had believed would not taint my future. I had been wrong - so very wrong.
It’s true what they say, your past never truly leaves you. Dressed up in a snug Armani suit I dig my walking stick into the mud irately. This night is just as unpromising and ominous as my future. Suddenly, the dark eerie clouds in the night sky part, revealing a beautiful crescent moon. The cawing of the crows makes me anxious and my desperate attempts at shooing them away only makes them caw louder. An ill omen perhaps?
In a few hours, I shall present myself to ‘The Brotherhood’ and await my sentence; it terrifies me beyond measure. A member of the council of ‘The Brotherhood’, I had misguided and deceived the men who had so warm heartedly put their faith in me. Decent men. Unbeknownst to the common man, they were modern day warriors rebelling and fighting for justice; men who had provided me with worldly pleasures that people could only dream of. As a moral war waged in my mind, and just when I had decided to give up my debauched ways for good, my follies were discovered, leaving me in a state of misery and regret. What truly irks me though is that I regret getting caught more than I regret my blunders.
I believe trying to run away is of no purpose, not that I haven’t tried. Why else would I be walking in the middle of nowhere at this unusual hour? The vibration of my silent cellphone alarms me – a text message. My heart skips a beat as I read the following words; “The Brotherhood always knows where its members are, no matter how hard they try for it to not be so”. Gasping for air, I drop down onto my knees and cover my face. I will have to face ‘The Brotherhood’ and accept my fate. Unless…
A gunshot breaks the haunting silence of the night. I feel light, and at peace. Rising slowly into the sky, I notice a body sprawled on the muddy ground in a growing pool of blood. The crimson liquid shines under the moon; soaking into the earth to which I will finally return.
In a few hours, I shall present myself to ‘The Brotherhood’ and await my sentence; it terrifies me beyond measure. A member of the council of ‘The Brotherhood’, I had misguided and deceived the men who had so warm heartedly put their faith in me. Decent men. Unbeknownst to the common man, they were modern day warriors rebelling and fighting for justice; men who had provided me with worldly pleasures that people could only dream of. As a moral war waged in my mind, and just when I had decided to give up my debauched ways for good, my follies were discovered, leaving me in a state of misery and regret. What truly irks me though is that I regret getting caught more than I regret my blunders.
I believe trying to run away is of no purpose, not that I haven’t tried. Why else would I be walking in the middle of nowhere at this unusual hour? The vibration of my silent cellphone alarms me – a text message. My heart skips a beat as I read the following words; “The Brotherhood always knows where its members are, no matter how hard they try for it to not be so”. Gasping for air, I drop down onto my knees and cover my face. I will have to face ‘The Brotherhood’ and accept my fate. Unless…
A gunshot breaks the haunting silence of the night. I feel light, and at peace. Rising slowly into the sky, I notice a body sprawled on the muddy ground in a growing pool of blood. The crimson liquid shines under the moon; soaking into the earth to which I will finally return.
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