Take Little Hands

Strolling on the busy street, sweaty, disgusted, angered, I am aimed to destroy. I want payback. I want revenge. I want to see innocent blood spill, just as my bemourned family were drained until dry. My demand is simple - to let these people have a taste of the bitterness that I continuously tasted for years.

Flashback of a haunting moment and a muderous feat is still too close to be put behind. Because of them, I am taking my vengeance right here and now as I am to detonate at any second. Only if they knew, mercies will be begged, and tears will pour. But I, a man with steely heart, will not be shaken. They will die, just as my little sister was murdered, raped, and burned. They will feel my wrath, simply because they are the support of those murderous demons.

The festive celebration is behind the door. Crossing that line, I will find no return. A matyr I will become, and a hero I will be for many who are about to follow. I am ready to set an example as a true servant of the God. I have no regret. I have no fear. I feel treasured and pleasured to be looked up to.

But the little hands reach me, behind the closed door. The little eyes of innocence reach me behind the window of my soul. The little smile soften the steel that shields my broken heart. I take her little hands, as if I am taking my little sister's hands - the soft, pure, warm hands. I take them in mine, as tears fill my eyes. Time pause in and around me. Screams raise and alert, but I can't seem to care. Firearms are pointed at me, and I have to let go of her little hands.

Her little hands free me from my hatred.

Her little hands free me from my misery.

Her little hands separate me from others who either manipulate me with my own anger or see me as a souless enemy.

The little hands make me feel honorable and strong.

Bullets of reality hit as feelings of pain surge. My body is draining out blood and the lasts of my strength. I have failed, as a sacred fighter. I won't be an exmaple for many hot-blooded men. I will be laid away casually by my enemy and laughed at by my comrades. I choose this road at the last second, and will have any regret? Will I?

I have fell, and am seeing the final moment of myself. A hot steel sphere was fired in between my eyes. It is raging fast, but I see it moving slowly. With every inch it charges closer, my fear grows.

And then, everything goes black.