First of
all, it was Frank’s idea. He’s the leader, the thinker, the planner. And he has
a way of explaining things with that fancy English accent of his so that it all
makes sense. Now that doesn’t mean I will do anything Frank says. No sir,
especially not something like that. You need to be motivated for something like
that.
You see,
that poor kid Jamie is so sweet and innocent, and has been hurt so bad, you
just want to protect him. Jamie is the best of us. And it’s like Frank says, if
someone hurts one of us, he hurts all of us. So you see, I had to
do it. I'm the one who get things done that the others can’t, even terrible things sometimes.
I am the doer.
Still when
I walked up to that man I did not know what I intended to do. But then he
smiled at me like he knew me. Almost like he had been, I don’t know, intimate
with me. I could see how he must have hurt Jamie. I thought, Jamie is such an
innocent kid, he wouldn’t have seen that; he probably just took it as a
friendly smile.
“You don’t
know me,” I said, and I swung my whole body connecting a hook to his temple so
clean it sent him straight down.
How was I
to know that Jamie had been hurt so bad before, that he could get so confused,
he might blame this guy for something else someone else did to him a long time
ago?
I can’t
talk to Jamie (or Frank for that matter) all the time, you know. Usually, one
of us just takes over and uses the body, and the others disappear for a while.
This time it was me, and I used it to beat that man to death with my bare
hands.
END
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