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Post by Luke on Apr 6, 2012 15:44:05 GMT -7
My name is Luke. Inside these pages you will find the heart of a man..not a killer. My old life consumed me...nearly drove me to greed and other dark things. It is here, in this new world, that I will try and redeem myself.
I was 8 years old when I learned of my fathers involvement with the Cartel. It would be many months before I found the courage to confront him about it. When I did, the look in my fathers eyes reflected something I had never seen...sadness. He took me out to the field of our humble farm and spoke to me. He flat out told me he killed men and women alike for the Cartel. I was silent for several minutes as he spoke. When he finished, I asked him why he did such things. My father gave me two reasons. First and foremost, we needed the money. My mother passed away when I was only two years old, leaving my father and I in a difficult financial situation .
Second, and most importantly my father said, was that he was ridding the world of evil men. I asked him how. Father said that every man he killed had some involvement with the Cartel. Father told me sometimes he never killed some of his targets. The ones that were innocent, father helped hide them. These acts of heroism drove me to become the exact image of my father when I was old enough. These same acts...are what killed him two and a half years later.
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Post by Luke on Apr 11, 2012 20:28:36 GMT -7
Two and a half years later. My father has been dead for only 6 months. Cut down by the very men he once called his "friends." With the help of some old and true friends back in my home country of Ireland. It didn't stop the Cartel. They found me and claimed me as their "property", just as my father was.
For almost...six months...I was trained on a old military base in some god forsaken part of the desert. At the ripe old age of thirteen...two things happened that would forever change my life. First and foremost...I killed my first target. More Importantly, that was when I first met Bubba.
When I officially entered into the hitman profession, the Cartel assigned me a "bodyguard." This man was to take care of my every need and want while I was on assignments...and to make sure I got out alive. Only two years older than me, Bubba was still massive. Standing at 6'3 and weighed 185 pounds. We became instant friends.
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Post by Luke on Apr 21, 2012 22:33:43 GMT -7
Have you ever experienced war? Real war...war where its either you, or them. When I was only 15...Dave and Tony called me. They said "Hey...we got a problem down in Meridia that we need you to take care of personally." I said ok. Me and Bubba were put on the next flight out. A few hours later, we were assigned to a convoy. Some important bastard, we didn't know. The convoy consisted of 7 vehicles, the VIP was in the middle car. Bubba and I, we were in the second car in front.
We had no idea what hell we had walked into. Turns out, rebel groups against the Cartel wanted this sorry son of a bitch dead. We never saw what happened. Never saw the militia line up on the rooftops of an intersection. RPGs rained down on the convoy, destroying 3 of the vehicles. Ours was flipped. Bubba was the one who actually pulled me out. Our objective did not change. We were to protect the VIP at all costs. We moved to his car, using the burning wreckage as cover. The VIP was a bloody mess, mostly from small, numerous cuts. I didn't have time to treat him, the Militia was closing in to fast. Thats what Bubba kept telling me. We hafta go, they gettin too close. I layed down cover fire for Bubba as he took the VIP to a building. As I did this, something happened that I won't forget. A small boy came around the corner of the car I was using for cover.
He was younger than me. He was probably picked up off the street, handed a gun, and told to go fight. I shot first. He was dead instantly. For 3 hours we played cat and mouse with the militia before a helicopter finally extracted us from that shithole town.
No one ever tells you the true story of war. How its all about fighting for a just cause blah blah blah. You wanna know the real story? The guys out there on the front lines, don't believe in any of that bullshit spewing from their government. In their minds, there is only one rule to war....
It's either you...or them.
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Post by Luke on Aug 10, 2013 22:25:31 GMT -7
Some call me a killer. Others a monster. I consider myself neither of these. Sure I have killed dozens of poor sods. Most of them deserve it. I dont feel sorry for them either. I am merely a survivor. Someone willing to do whatever it takes to see the sun rise in the morning. If that means i have to be a killer, if I have to murder innocent people, then so be it. If you think about it, arent we all like that? Just survivors, doing what they can to greet the sun? If pushed enough, wouldnt you do exactly what I did? Dig deep enough into anyone, from the filthiest bum, to the most powerful executive, we are all monsters. Is this not just..some sort of evolution, not a plague? The only thing that separates us humans from the new denizens of this hellish wasteland we call home is that we still breathe. Thats it. End of story. Theres an old saying in my family. "If it has to end, please lord let it end on my terms."
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