" Carson's Tale "
980 Words
I sat in the dimly lit room, my thoughts swirling as I replayed the events of the past few days in my mind. It had been years since I had seen her, and yet the memory of her smile still burned bright in my heart. As the rain spilled from the windows and the thunder rumbled outside, I felt a strange sense of deja-vu wash over me. I knew it was time to tell my story, and I hoped that she would understand. I took a deep breath and began... I closed my eyes, feeling the familiar stab of pain that always came with the memory of that night. I recalled the feeling of being tied up and beaten, the taste of blood in my mouth as I struggled to free myself. But above all, I remembered the sight of her body, lying on the ground in a pool of red. A sob escaped my throat, and I felt a tear roll down my cheek as I finally gave in to the grief that I had tried for so long to suppress. This time, though, I couldn't stop the flood of emotion that overwhelmed me. ... "I was alone, afraid, and filled with hatred," I continued in a shaky voice, my words catching in my throat as I remembered the horrors of that night. I took a deep breath and calmed myself, steeling myself to continue with the tale. "I didn't know what to do or where to turn, and I blamed myself for not being able to save her. But I eventually came to realize that it wasn't my fault. Yes, I had failed to protect her, but I was only 20 and untrained. The people who had done this... were monsters." "I knew then that I couldn't just sit back as these monsters got away with what they had done. I had to find a way to make them pay for their crimes." I paused for a moment, my voice still shaky as I tried to hold back the tears that threatened to fall. "So I dedicated my life to hunting them down, one by one." My tone was no longer sad and emotional, but determined and focused. I was no longer the boy who couldn't save his love, but a man who was committed to getting justice. I recalled the months I spent in Hong Kong, learning the art of assassination from a ruthless group of assassins. My training was harsh and unforgiving, but it also taught me valuable skill that would come in handy when the time came to hunt down the Russian mafia. My fingers tightened around the blade in my hand, the memory of those days sparking a familiar fire in my belly. I was ready, and I was determined to make the people responsible for killing Lucy pay for their crimes. ... "But killing just wasn't enough for me," I continued, the grim determination in my voice growing with each word. "I wanted to make them suffer. I wanted most of their leadership, they continued to operate with ruthless efficiency. It was almost as if they didn't feel afraid. They never showed their fear..." I trailed off for a moment, the thought of their stoic demeanor haunting my mind. "But then, something changed... I learned a secret that would eventually bring them down." I leaned in closer, the silence hanging heavy in the air as I waited for her response. " What did you find? " her curiosity peaked Your father was involved....
I stared at him, my jaw dropping open as I tried to process the information he had just given me. My father? Working for the Russians? It didn't make any sense. I suddenly felt my world spinning out of control, and I wondered if anything was even real anymore. I took a deep breath and tried to clear my head. I had to focus, I had to find a way to take down the Russian mafia. But how, when my own father was involved? "I'm sorry, this is all so much to take in. My father couldn't have been working with them, it can't be true." My tone was still filled with disbelief, and he could tell that I was struggling to process everything he had told me. "But why would he do such a thing, of all people?" I asked, my voice breaking as I tried to make sense of it all. "There must be some kind of reason, some explanation for this!" I felt a lump forming in my throat, and I could tell that I was close to losing control over my emotions. "I know it's hard to believe," he said finally, his voice quiet and calm. "But it's true. Your father was their inside man, and he helped them get away with their crimes for years." My eyes widened in shock, and I felt a sense of betrayal washing over me. My father? This couldn't be happening. How could he have done such a thing, how could he have kept this from me for so long? "But why?" I finally asked, my voice shaking with emotion. "Why did he do it?" "He did it for the money," he said simply, and my heart sank at the truth. "He was paid a very large sum to keep quiet and look the other way when the Russians committed their crimes." The betrayal in my heart grew even bigger as I heard his words, my mind flooding with questions. "But why didn't he tell me any of this, why did he keep it a secret all these years?" I asked, my voice catching in my throat. "Was he afraid of the Russians?" But when I looked up. Carson was gone, vanished, he just left a note... "You do your job and I'll do mine, til we meet again Avery."
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