Epilogue II
Joe
Iwatch him as he moves around the room. It’s amazing how getting rid of your monster can change you physically.
Justice has always been beautiful, but now?
Now he’s confident, shoulders pulled back, chin up.
The awkward caterpillar has disappeared, torn down and rebuilt with a bullet shot from his own hand.
Now he’s painfully beautiful, but just as broken as ever.
Justice is a gentle soul and I know at some stage taking a life will plague him.
I know what it’s like to end someone by your own hand.
I know what’s coming in the dead of night when you should be sleeping but instead your mind will play tricks on you.
I told Loyal that I will protect his heart and I will.
I’m just worried who will protect mine when Justice finds out what type of person I am.
The Mole
They’ll kill me if they find out. They think I’m one of them.
God I wish I was, I wish I had their loyalty and their protection, but unfortunately I don’t.
I have them on my back and no other choice but to participate in this charade.
I watch quietly from my position near the corner.
The kids laughing, the MC brothers teasing even though there is a dead body in the next room.
I guess that’s what makes this a little easier.
What sort of people can murder in cold blood and then go about their lives like nothing happened?
The prophet is right, they need to be punished.
But why does it feel like they’re the good guys and I’m the bad? I guess only time will tell.