As David walked home from
practicing at the firing range, he could feel that something was
wrong. He wasn't sure what exactly, but he knew that it was bad.
He picked up his pace and sped to his house, which was surrounded
by members of the army. He walked in the door and threw his gun
to the ground, not even caring about the damage it could cause to
it. His mother was sitting in the kitchen, looking a complete
mess. She was a wreck. She had been crying, hard, that much was
evident, but David was unsure of the reason why. Then his father
walked in, carrying his sister in his arms. She wasn't moving,
and when he saw her face, he knew why. She was dead.
Not able to control his emotions,
he left out of his house and ran to Nick's house. He lived just a
few houses down and was sure to comfort him. They had been
friends since they could walk and there wasn't many times when
they were apart. But as he got closer, he saw the same scene he
had seen at his own. It was surrounded by the army. But, this
time, instead of carrying out a dead body, they were leading out
a young man in handcuffs. It was Nick.
Surely they couldn't expect that
Nick had killed his sister, David thought. There was no way Nick
could do something so violent. But, after seeing the evidence
they had collected, David had his doubts. They had found a gun
lying next to his sister's necklace in Nick's closet.
Hatred immediately filled his
heart. It replaced all the love he had ever felt towards his
friend. This was one thing that couldn't be forgiven. This was
his sister. His flesh and blood. The one that he had grown up
with and had taunted all of his life. Now she was gone and there
was nothing he could do about it. There would be no more joking
around with her, or picking fights for no reason at all. She had
only been with him for seventeen years. She wasn't even
officially an adult yet. She had so much to live for and Nick had
taken all that away from her.
By the time they had gotten Nick in
the car, logic had settled in his mind. He wouldn't kill Nick out
of hatred. His sister wouldn't have wanted that. However, he knew
the urge would always be there. He would never forgive his friend
for this, but, he thought he could live with it.
He followed Nick to the jail, which
he had just left from firing practice at, and waited until Nick
was taken into his cell before he went back to see him. By then
he had calmed enough to talk coherently. When David entered the
back room where the cells were at, he heard a soft cry coming
from one of them. It didn't take long to realize that they were
coming from Nick. As he approached Nick's cell, he saw the look
on his face. His eyes showed pure torture and remorse. David
couldn't see him like this. He didn't want to see him like this.
He had absolutely no desire to comfort him, yet he also didn't
feel he could leave him either. So, he meekly said "It's okay,"
and turned and walked out.
Three days later…
David made his way slowly towards
the firing range, he saw the group crowded around the general.
They were whispering in fast silent whispers that immediately
stopped when he walked up. He knew something strange was going
on. Upon asking the general, he heard the most horrific news of
his life. Although they weren't supposed to know who got the real
bullet in the firing squads, they had chosen in this case. Two of
them were to have it. Each was given a blank and a real bullet,
and they were to choose which one they wanted to use.
The other guy didn't know the
difference, since they looked identical. But, since David had
more experience, he could easily tell the difference.
He though back to all of the time
he and Nick had spent together, and all of the things they had
gone through. Then he thought back to the sight of his sister's
lifeless face as she had been carried out of his house. Emotions
filled him entirely. They were ramming and fighting with each
other. An eternal battle locked to the death. He wanted revenge,
but Nick had been there through everything in his life. Hatred
was a strong feeling, but so was love. Even brotherly love like
they shared. His sister was blood kin to him, but Nick may as
well have been.
The thought kept going around and
around in his head. When he knew which decision to make, he
grabbed the shot he wanted and made his way to his point in the
line. He watched as Nick was led out and placed in front of the
brick wall. He chambered the round and aimed the gun. When
everyone in the line was ready, the general yelled fire and David
pulled the trigger.
Now, to tell you which one he chose
would be wrong and invasive of me. So I will end the story here
and allow you to figure it out.