I cant help it.

The sun just barely peeks its head over the mountains in the distance casting a warm glow on the houses down the street. While looking out the window at the early evening glow I can't help but let my thoughts wander, I notice the blue and black terminal on the display in front of me and sigh.

This mission has been here for days. What if... what if it's like last time, what if that man is hurting people at this moment, what if he is just like the last one. After the last mission, I couldn't get rid of the things I saw from my mind. I can't help but think about the things the people in the last two missions have done, such horrible people have been allowed to live and hurt people for far too long. This criminal in specific has been on the street for years slowly building a gang of low-lives who sit there and hurt people every day, and yet I sit here and do nothing. What have I been doing this entire time?

I have only done two missions... TWO goddamn mission. Maybe the system is right for imposing a mission quota. Maybe I should be faster. Maybe people like this shouldn't even be allowed to hurt people for even 1 more day. I... I should calm down, what happened to those kids wasn't my fault but just how many situations are like what I saw. How many more people are hurt by criminals I am not told to go kill.

I just can't get it off my mind, it wasn't my fault but, I could have done something. I should have been quicker, I should have done something. I- I am a coward. I picked the easy things, I could only subconsciously hide while helpless people are maimed and killed daily just because some rich guy wanted a new toy. I allow myself time to sit and enjoy my life while others are being tortured by their own existence. I won't have it any longer!

*click* *click* *ding*

[Mission accepted! Due to high risk, rewards have been increased]

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About an hour later a man angrily storms out of a brick house while putting brass knuckles on his hands. "Who the f*ck's there!" Suddenly there is a loud bang and his head bursts. A youth silently steps forward with a pistol in his hands while looking towards the cracked open door of the house. In a matter of seconds, sounds of scrambling are heard from inside. The youth strides across the yard reaching the body in a matter of seconds but before he could open the door it slams against the side of the house.

The youth appears startled at first but quickly shoves the shaking barrel of his gun into the man's chest. *Pop* the back of the man bursts open on to the two people behind him. His lifeless body falls to the ground the sound shakes the two men from their stupor and they ready their weapons, a firefight starts that swiftly ends at the sound of two corpses hitting the floor. That isn't the end of the battle, many men continue to come around the corner, some trembling and some confident, very few have guns but their numbers are enough to cause pressure for the youth. The men that aren't stupid hide in rooms waiting for the youth to enter so they can ambush him.

After 30 minutes the youth is stood in a room filled with several corpses. "They *gasp* just don't stop *gasp*" While struggling to speak in between gasps the youth braces his injured body against a wall. It isn't long before his legs seem to lose strength causing his body to slide down the wall leaving several streaks of blood on the wall. *heavy breathing* The youth looks up to find a man standing not very far from him cupping a wound on his stomach. The man looks at his hands which are now covered in blood and then notices the youth clad in black who is struggling to hold himself together.

"Ha.. haha... Hah." The man begins to laugh while raising his gun but suddenly stops, slowly falling forwards revealing a massive hole in his back. The youth clad in black slides the ballistics helmet and mask off his head in an attempt to increase the flow of air into his lungs. Josh surveys his wounds while pulling the black goggles from his eyes. "I am an idiot." Plastered on his face is a look filled with a mixture of pain and sadness. He looks down and can see puddles of blood on various parts of his body. In his vest are large amounts of bullets which are the cause of several of Josh's broken ribs

"Those bast*rds got me good." Josh barely manages to stand up and attempts to limp outside. Just as he reaches the stairs he loses his footing. He tumbles to the ground while fading in and out of consciousness but manages to regain some form of focus once the force from his fall hits the multiple wounds on his body. " The stars sure are *cough* pretty tonight." This sentence sends Josh into a coughing fit causing pain all over his body but the only thing on his mind is what might happen to him from this point forward. Using the last bit of strength in his arms he fishes his phone from his pocket, turning on the video function. The screen is nearly completely shattered but still usable.

"Well, if you're listening to this *cough* I'm probably gone by now. I don't really know what I was thinking but I just *cough* let rage fill me. I felt responsible for those kids *cough cough* I was the only one who could have done something or so I told myself. Guess I was just too stupid to calm myself down. At this point I probably should be trying to leave the area, the cops are coming but I can barely move my arms... why, why was I so upset. I just let myself sit there and dwell on it and before I realized it I had an outburst. *Cough* I guess I had been trying to hide it in my subconscious but I couldn't stop the anger from creeping in, I shouldn't have tried to push it aside like it was nothing... Welp I guess this is it, the ending to a small chapter in the world. To whoever finds this, tell my mother that I'm sorry."

Reaching over he stops the video. His consciousness fades in and out. Peace fills his mind and he can no longer keep his eyes from closing. I don't want to die, he gains a bit of strength and calls out in his thoughts while trying to fight the sleepiness, but he is eventually swallowed by the darkness.