Write or create a story about a quote you heard or read that has inspired you ever since.
tabWith a gun pointed at this mans head, I looked back at the thoughts I had and the reason I was standing here and laughed. The main hadn't made a joke, no he was much too frightened to make a joke, but he reminded me of why I was here. It reminded me of a quote I had heard many years ago from a sort of vigilante man from a movie. With the gun, it was a hard calliber, still pointed at his head I repeated it. "Once a man has seen society's black underbelly, he can never turn his back on it. Never pretend, like you do, that it doesn't exist." This quote had become my calling card all because of the movie and when the few words had left my mouth, my smile faded into a line. I pulled back the hammer and an audible click rang out into the darkness of the room. The only light came from the moon that slipped into the windows that surounded this place on four sides. It lit up our faces like skelaton figures and he looked like he was ready to die as I looked into his eyes.
tabBefore I could begin speaking the scripted verse I spoke before each killing, he started up. It was always the same, always begging for a saviour to come, for me not to kill them. "Stop, wait! I'm sorry! I see my wrong ways and will repent every single sin I have commited. Just be sane and don't kill me!" Tears filled his eyes and sweat beaded on his face, mixing with the tears and piss that was on the floor, and it made him look even more pathetic.
tab"Please, spare me your mindless grovellings. They revolt me in the most harshest way. You deserve what you have coming." At this point I took out a pick with a deep 'V' gouged into, for it was my calling card and later, when I looked over the paper, I would laugh at the name they had given to me. For now, this was only my third killin and my second time with the calling card. "A nation can survive fools, and even the most ambitious. But it cannot survive treason from within. An enemy at the gates is less formidable, for he is known and carries his banner openly. But the traitor moves amongst those within the gat freely, his sly whispers rustling through all alleys, heard in the very halls of government itself. For the traitor appears not a traitor, he speaks in accents familiar to his victims, and he wears their face and their arguments, he appeals to the baseness that lies deep in the hearts of all men. He rots the soul of a nation, He works secretly and unknown in the night to undermind the pillars of the city, he infects the body politic so that it can no longer resist. A murderer is less to fear. A traitor is the plague." The whole time I had been talking, he grovelling continued until the last line was finished. A very large explosion of sort sounded and then a thud as his already bleeding skull crashed into the ground. "You are condemned to death for murder of both wife and kids, for prostitution of ones own body, and for rape of the twelve year old boy that now lies in the emergency room of the hospital that you used to work at. I hope your divine judgment is quick."
tabAfter picking the bullet out of the mans head and picking the cartridge off the ground with gloved hands, I placed the two items in a sandwhich back and returned them to a briefcase which I had received my gun from earlier. The pick has been used to take out both of the mans eyes and then it was placed in the left open socket. I had done it once before and the other time had scared me. This time, it made me feel like I was doing something right.
tabBefore I could begin speaking the scripted verse I spoke before each killing, he started up. It was always the same, always begging for a saviour to come, for me not to kill them. "Stop, wait! I'm sorry! I see my wrong ways and will repent every single sin I have commited. Just be sane and don't kill me!" Tears filled his eyes and sweat beaded on his face, mixing with the tears and piss that was on the floor, and it made him look even more pathetic.
tab"Please, spare me your mindless grovellings. They revolt me in the most harshest way. You deserve what you have coming." At this point I took out a pick with a deep 'V' gouged into, for it was my calling card and later, when I looked over the paper, I would laugh at the name they had given to me. For now, this was only my third killin and my second time with the calling card. "A nation can survive fools, and even the most ambitious. But it cannot survive treason from within. An enemy at the gates is less formidable, for he is known and carries his banner openly. But the traitor moves amongst those within the gat freely, his sly whispers rustling through all alleys, heard in the very halls of government itself. For the traitor appears not a traitor, he speaks in accents familiar to his victims, and he wears their face and their arguments, he appeals to the baseness that lies deep in the hearts of all men. He rots the soul of a nation, He works secretly and unknown in the night to undermind the pillars of the city, he infects the body politic so that it can no longer resist. A murderer is less to fear. A traitor is the plague." The whole time I had been talking, he grovelling continued until the last line was finished. A very large explosion of sort sounded and then a thud as his already bleeding skull crashed into the ground. "You are condemned to death for murder of both wife and kids, for prostitution of ones own body, and for rape of the twelve year old boy that now lies in the emergency room of the hospital that you used to work at. I hope your divine judgment is quick."
tabAfter picking the bullet out of the mans head and picking the cartridge off the ground with gloved hands, I placed the two items in a sandwhich back and returned them to a briefcase which I had received my gun from earlier. The pick has been used to take out both of the mans eyes and then it was placed in the left open socket. I had done it once before and the other time had scared me. This time, it made me feel like I was doing something right.
