Somebody Else

A shot rang out.

Well, not really... it was more of a dull thump, as the Socom MOD .45 let a single deadly round slide down its barrel and through the end of an army surplus softcore silencer. The gun made almost no sound at all, in fact only the impact of lead to bone raised enough noise to echo off the walls.

It was a short echo.

I stepped back from the massive oak posted bed i had so cautiously approached moments before. My deep, heavy boots landed hard on the wooden floor, but it was no matter. The woman who lay before me was no more capable of circulating blood than she was capable of screaming at the presence of a stanger in black. The last spasmic beats of her brutally shocked heart throbbed deep red from the wound which marred her once handsome face, staining the satin sheets so carefully washed earlier that day. As the night slowly began to take shape around me once again, i moved my mind from the cold chasm i had placed it in for safe keeping back into the painful sting of reality.

She was dead. By my hand.

I shook my head furiously, as if to throw my thoughts from it. I hadn't really killed her, i thought to myself. It wasn't really me.

A grin slid icily onto my face, my eyes gleaming in the light from the bedroom window.

It wasn't really me who shot her...

Shot her handsome face...

Took that beautiful life...

With this beautiful gun...

Dropping the gun i raised my hands slowly to my face. No, i thought to myself, i shot her, i killed her.

Her.

Weak, small.

But...

No! I screamed in my own mind, i shot her... how could i have let this happen?



A shot rang out.

Rang.

She means nothing.

Rang.

Not strong. Empty. She...

Rang.

He is so much more powerful, almost omnipotent.

RANG.

Him... He is strong.

BEEPED.

Rolling over slowly i hit the snooze button on my alarm clock. I checked the time. Five Thirty, AM. Yawning, i was again absorbed back into the saftey of the sheets surounding me. This can't keep happening, something inside me said. Gunshot, then the alarm goes off. This makes going to work quite difficult in the morning. Sometimes people have reoccouring dreams, but does anyone have a good one? A random thought for my every morning.

Random every morning.

I looked at the clock again.

Five forty five.

If i didn't get up out of the bed, i'd of been late. Dreams of silencers and dark assassins did not clean one up for the day ahead. Moving like the reanimated dead, i stood from my bed and hobbled to the bathroom. Staring into the mirror i saw an image reflected, but not the image i wanted to reflect. This image was much too feminine, much too... simple. Too light. Too weak. Too...

I glanced back into the bedroom.


I should of probably moved his body sooner.

He was getting blood all over my nice sheets.