Justice?

I started playing with my necklace nervously. I kept thinking about what I had done; the consequences hit me like the fist that caused all of this. What if anyone found out? What if I got caught? How can I live with myself knowing that I am no hero? God do I miss Pierre. He was always there for me. No matter what would happen he would be right there helping me survive. But ten years ago today I got a call.

                          

 I remember how I started shaking violently. I begged them to tell me that they were joking. They told me they wouldn’t lie to me. I dropped the phone and with it fell to my knees crying. My friend was gone and I didn’t even get to say good-bye. He was the only person who ever really understood me. When things with my girlfriends would go wrong I would talk to him and he’d always know what I should do.

Like with Betty; when she left me I was destroyed, I never felt like that before. It was like someone took my own katana and repeatedly stabbed me in the heart with it, but not a single strike killed me. So I went to his place and we talked for a couple hours and by the end of the night I felt like I was healing. I knew I didn’t need her. The only person I needed was him.

When the person on the other line told me he had been murdered, it was like a part of me had also been killed as well. Nothing in the world has meant much to me since then. No one could ever replace my best friend that was taken from me by something that now shares the same fate. They only sentenced it to five years for killing Pierre. I’ve been plotting since it got out. I had to make it even. I had to serve justice.

My eyes started to water. “Pierre…” I said quietly. “What should I do...?” I know Pierre is long gone. I just hope that this mangled corpse will make him happy. I remember how I used to watch and follow this corpse around his world silently planning its demise.

This corpse shot Pierre; taking him from me. I hate the corpse so much. It took him away from me! It took my life away from me! Nothing could stay my hand or blade from bringing justice. The first strike I took off its right hand. Cut through like butter as crimson blood gushed forth from the wound. The sight of the blood made my legs go weak but I still stood.

 The anger and righteous fury was what kept me going. It screamed in immense pain. I looked into its eyes and saw the fear in its green eyes. My blade once more struck, this time taking his left hand. The blood gushed out even more. I knew that if it kept bleeding it would pass out so I decided to take the torch and Sauder its wounds shut. It screamed in agonizing pain. I felt a wave of power and victory start to wash over me.

 I sliced diagonally starting from its left thigh, burning the wound closed soon after. Its entire left leg hit the ground and its right leg from slightly above the kneecap fell off as well. It screamed in pain once more and I started laughing.

I leaned in close to its left ear and whispered “Don’t you worry; it’ll all be over soon.” I took my honorable katana that had been cutting it apart and in two swift strikes severed its body in half and then taking its head next. The amount of blood that soaked me and my blade made me nauseous.

I’m sitting down in the blood right now still playing with my necklace nervously. I removed my great grandfathers’ stone from around my neck and tied it to my blade. This was the end. It is time for me to join Pierre. I took hold of my bloodstained katana. I slowly brought it down my chest; cutting me slightly. I placed the tip of my blade at my rushing heart. The time has come.

“I’m sorry Pierre.” I used all the force I could possibly manage bringing the katana through my body, through my heart. For a split second I saw Pierre appear in front of me and he shook his head in disapproval. Then my heart stopped and I collapsed to the warm and soaked ground. 

             I was wrong.