Martina's eyes regained their sparkle, and she smiled happily, staring closely at my face.
"Really?"
"Yes, tonight, no one will live! I swear!"
"Thank you. You're my angel!"
Angel, oh how ironic, I'm an executioner, a butcher, now I've become an angel.
My hands are full of blood, yet I'm the dawn in this poor girl's eyes.
Death brings happiness.
Ha ha! This damn world!
I don't want to be a bad guy, but life made me a thug.
I wish to escape darkness, but reality plunged me into hell.
If God were merciful, you should look at me.
If you can't redeem, I will tread the blood-soaked path and be crowned king!
I squeezed Martina's hand, "Are you ready?"
"Yes, I can't wait."
I took out the handgun, slowly attached the silencer, and stood up.
Martina closed her eyes with a smile, "I'll pray for you!"
I turned my head towards the corridor, raising my hand, my fingers trembling.
Killing is something I'm no stranger to, but this time, I can't pull the trigger.
FUCK!
