Leaving

KEITH

I took my handkerchief from my front pants pocket and covered the pistol with it. As I thought, a gun is more befitting to my hands than solving crimes. It feels more natural, like an extension of myself. My fingers are itching for more blood. More kill.

Like how I used to.

Like how he brought me to.

But I won’t. I mustn’t. I won’t forget the golden rule. Never kill. Unless the guy is in position of trying to kill you. That man taught me how to eliminate his enemies for him.

Now, it’s my turn.

This girl Dawson and I about to take us with… I will teach her how to hold a gun. How to aim at her Aunt, to other associates of the organization, to everyone who hurts her and left her in this mess . She can stay by my side.

She's like me. She can withstand pain. Having her eye pierced didn’t make her howl in pain, only weaker. And yes, she didn’t die.

That’s a big plus.