Souls In Darkness

He walked down the dark alleyway, his cigarette pressed between his lips as he hit it; His feet standing still in the darkness of his blackened soul. He listened to the noises of the city he sat in, not sure if what he was doing was right. Flicking his dead cigarette into the puddle in front of him he slowly pulled a .357 Magnum out of his jacket pocket.
He opened the chamber of the magnum and loaded all but one chamber. Spinning the chamber with a blank look he slammed it shut without a second thought, loaded and cocked he placed the gun at his temple. He pulled the trigger slowly to just here a clicking sound when nothing happened. "I'll be damned," he said softly; "I guess I am meant to be in this hell of a life."
He opened the chamber again to dump the contents of the chamber back into his jacket pocket. He got up and walked slowly to the lights of the city to live life anew as he re-concealed the gun. As he reached the end of the alley he lit another cigarette and felt he reached the light at the end of a new life tunnel. He looks back and thinks about what could have happened if the chamber hadn't been empty and he changed his view on life all together.
Hitting the cigarette he said to himself, "my life fell into the shitter." He then asked himself, "When did I let my life get this far into a pit?" Looking around he saw the lifelessness of the town he lived in his whole life. Hitting his cigarette again he felt a tear trickle down his cheek. He felt that he was running away though he was walking slowly and sad; sad that he let his life fall into a deep pit in his soul.
"I let my feelings lay quiet and unknown to everyone, I have no true family; family doesn't just sit back and watch as someone they love is slowly and painfully dying," he said to himself. He slowly walked with a pale face masked with pure sadness; he looked deep into himself and saw that he had one true love in life. "She was my only balance in life and she fell through my fingers like the sand in an hourglass," he stated as he tried to hold in his feelings of sorrow.
Walking onward he saw the hurt and anguish that others can feel that he never thought he would feel. As he walks he stops at a payphone and calls his only true love. She was sad and angry at the same time, she asked, "Are you ok?" He took a deep breath as he responded, "I'm sorry, I didn't want to, but I took it to the next level; I hurt you deeply and I know sorry isn't enough, but I am."
"It won't be ok just like that, but I'm happy you're safe," she responded. "Do you want to come home?" she asked. "Not yet, I just need some time to think and reflect," he said right before hanging the phone up. As he hung up he thought again about the empty chamber and what could have happened as opposed to what did and he smiles a little bit.
He slowly walked away from the phone not looking back, back at the darkness that covers his soul like a blanket. Walking forward he saw a light coming towards him getting brighter and bigger than a child's' eyes on Christmas morning when he sees all his gifts. He felt warmth in this darkness he had felt for so many years, and he stopped like something was controlling his body.
Looking back slowly he saw light filling the darkness like a morning sunrise as the light hits your eyes. He felt happy, he wondered if this was his chance to make everything right. He thought back to days long forgotten to relieve himself of the hatred and burdens of his past.
He remembers all the good times of his past trying to face the fact that he fucked up. He imagines life without those he truly loves and looks back on what he did to those he pushed away. Sitting now, he remembers long and hard about all the times he lied and pushed everyone including his love away.
Pushing her away like she tried to hurt him, when in spirit, it was only he hurting inside. He placed another cigarette between his lips as he lit it. He remembered the fight the night before running out on a rampage. "I'm such an ass hole, I hurt everyone who truly cared," he said to himself.
"If only I would have listened, none of this would be happening;" As he said this he broke like glass and started to cry. The people walking by took no notice to his tears as they walked on. He slowly rose to his feet wiping the tears from his eyes. Walking again after flicking his cigarette he put his hands into his pockets.
"I ruined my life, everything was like putty in my hands; but now the putty is a hard clay," he thought while walking through the streets, smelling the chaos of life in the air. As he walked he saw a figure sitting under a mass of ruined newspapers and he walked over. This man looked like a lost kid who felt that running away from home was all he could do.
"Go home kid, your parents are probably worried sick," he said as he helped the kid to his feet. "Here's some money for the bus, take it and be a child with loving parents." The kid got up and gave him a hug and said, "Thanks."
"Sad when kids who are only about ten run away from their loved ones," as he walked off he turned around and saw the kid start to smile and cry at the same time. He felt new warmth inside himself as he turned back around to continue his walk.
Walking on he continued his journey towards the light at the end of his blanketed soul. He continued to think of the good times of his past. Stopping suddenly, he hit the ground like the Angel of Death had shot him. He then looked up to see a mass of emergency vehicles, mainly ambulances speeding in the direction he was going.
Running now, he goes home as fast as he can; running like an Olympic winner. Through his front door, he finds his love on the floor being loaded onto a stretcher due to an attempted suicide. The cops started asking him all sorts of questions and he pulled out and threw his gun through the front window. A new darkness filled his soul as he tried to push through a wall of people to get to his love. "This is all my fault, if I hadn't gotten mad and run out this wouldn't have happened," he said as he held his loves hand.
Crying now he asked, "can I go with my love?" the police nodded their heads with the look of the devil on their faces. He helped the paramedics load his love into the ambulance and got in and held her hand. He talks to his love to try and keep hers eyes open and prays that she doesn't die. A new darkness blankets his soul now as he realizes what he has brought upon the only woman he truly loves.
He thinks back to the good times they had together and the blanker grows heavier, crying more he pulls a box out of his jacket pocket and places it in his loves hand and closes her hand tightly on it. "I should have given you this box a long time ago, but I didn't out of self hate," he said in an angered sadness. He feels that the ambulance has stopped and the doors swing open and his love is rushed to the emergency room.
The doctors tell him, "she may or may not live sir, it's hard to tell at the moment." He sits outside and lights another cigarette before going to sit in the waiting area. The police arrive where he is sitting and start to interrogate him and he gets pissed off; "Look, leave me the fuck alone, my love may die; doesn't that mean shit to you?" He said as he walked away from the officers and went into the waiting area.
A few hours later a doctor comes and talks to him, "Your love is stable sir, but it looks like she is in a comatose state." He starts to cry with happiness, yet at the same time a deep anger eats away at him. "Can I go and see my love?" he asked as he rose to his feet. The doctor leads him to his loves room and the man sits next to his love hoping for the best. Picking up the phone, he calls his house and tells his son that his mom is going to be fine and he hears his son break into tears with happiness, or so he thought.
"Your son wont live through the night ass hole," a heavy voice said from the other end of the line. "Who the fuck are you?" He demanded to know. "Who I am doesn't matter at the moment, what matters is your co- operation if you want your son alive," the man said. "Yes, I'll do anything, name it," he said. "First off, what the fuck is your name?" the man asked. "My name is not important, what is important is my sons safety," he said with an angry tone.
"I vow this on my loves life that I will hunt down and kill you," he said as he hung up the phone. Walking out of the hospital he punches a cop who tries to stop him and the cop hits the ground hard. "Out of my way you waste of soap," he said as he walked on. He went to a real close friends house to watch the recording of who kidnapped his son. "That fat fuck is going to die," he exclaimed. "Don't get worked up man, your sons life is at stake here," his friend stated.
He grabbed the sword next to the door and ran to his house to see if the fat fuck was still there. He found a note that left directions for a meeting place, and ran to the playground where the meeting was set up. "I know who you are Seth," the man said; "You don't know shit you barrel assed, donut munching bitch," he stated.

* * * *

"So what the fuck do you think happened to this fat fuck boss?" one officer said to his partner. "It looks like this fat fuck took a sharp ass blade from his lower abdomen to right here under his chin, and it was a clean ass cut," his partner stated. "So what you're saying is some guy cut into and sliced this fat fuck open?" A voice from the crowd asked. "Who are you?" The man flashes his badge to the officer, "That's who the fuck I am."
The police chief tells the officers how this man was a Brooklyn Syndicate under boss, "This is a federal case, and Agent White here is now in charge with the total co-operation of the Brooklyn police;" the chief of police stated. The fed puts on some headphones and gloves and starts his forensics search, "Yeah can you find me three 9mm rounds?" The cops search the area and find two slugs in a tree about two meters from where the body lay dead.
"How did you know there were rounds fired?" the officer asked. "Liquid paraffin, and bullets are usually a good sign," the fed stated. "Ok, you ready for this? This was no gang land assassination, to messy; this has personal written all over it."

* * * *

"Look you fat fuck, give me back my kid or pay the ultimate consequence," Seth said. "Look, do you know who I am? Huh Seth, I am Ivan Chekov." "I don't care who you are, it's either my son; or your life." Ivan drew his gun as Seth ran towards him, one bullet hit Seth in the arm, but that didn't stop him from dodging two rounds and cutting right into to Ivan's fat gut. "I warned you didn't I? But no you had to do things the hard way," Seth said as he cut Ivan till under his chin.
"Come here son," Seth said as his son ran over to him. Seth looked at Ivan's dead corpse and emptied the contents of his pockets into his own. "Son, listen to me; none of this ever happened do you understand?" Seth asked his son and his son nodded. "I know that this will be something hard to keep to yourself, if you ever want to talk to someone about it, go and talk to a priest," Seth said trying to comfort his scared son.
Seth took his son to his best friends house where he was able to stay in safety. "Here's your sword back man, sorry if it's a little bit messy," Seth said as he gave back the katana. "Keep it Seth, you just found your new profession and I know that you agree with me," his friend said and Seth lit up a cigarette as he smirked.
"Looks to me like the family blood flows strongly in you Seth," his friend said. "What's that supposed to mean Jack?" Seth asked. "About forty years or so back your father and his brother did exactly what you are doing now; the MacManus blood flows through your veins completely," Jack replied.
"How do you know so much about my family Jack?" Jack lit up a cigarette and opened a beer and hesitated to answer at first. "My grandfather was Agent Paul Smecker of the FBI, he got them out of trouble so many times." Jack hands a file to Seth, "here man, you should read through this." Seth takes the file and sits down to read through it and starts to laugh.
"This is a fucking joke right? Where's the camera at Jack?" "That's my grandfathers file on your family, it covers everything they did," Jack said as he began to smirk. "That prayer of yours was all over the news for years until your family disappeared pretty much, they were named "The Saints" and they killed evil men all over Brooklyn." "Your father was a great man and still is as far as I know; he trusts me with his fucking life Seth."
"I'm going out for a few hours, I'll be back later," Seth said as he took the sword and walked out. As Seth walks around he sees a woman in the alley surrounded by a few men and walks over. "I'm afraid I can't let you do what your thinking guys," Seth said as all the men turned and looked at him.

* * * *

"Hello?" Agent White says as he picks up his ringing phone. "How many bodies? I'll be right over." As the forensics team inspects the bodies they notice how every person has dimes in their eyes. "So what do you guys think happened?" Agent White asked the officers. "Well I think that it was at least three huge guys with a serious fucking problem." One of the officers answered.
"So that's all you came up with?" White asked. "Pretty much," an officer replied. "Look, if you look at the bodies they all have dimes in their eyes." "Wow, you're the first one to notice that," an officer stated. "What did the girl say?" White asked. "She said it was one guy with a sword," an officer answered.
"One guy with a fucking sword did this?" White mocked.

* * * *

"Let the girl go and you can be on your way you insignificants," Seth said to the men. "Well, well, looks like we got us some fresh meat boys," the one man said. "And when I vest my flashing sword And my hand takes hold in judgement I will take vengeance upon mine enemies And I will repay those who hase me O Lord, raise me to Thy right hand And count me amoung Thy saints," Seth said as he drew his sword. "What the fuck is he on?" the man said. "Kill his ass," they all said.
Seth took out the first guy with a swift slice to his neck and then proceeded to kill all the rest of the men, but the guy who was leading the group was made feel great pain for his sins. As Seth thrusted his sword into the final mans chest he lifted him off the ground and twisted the sword through his heart before letting his body hit the floor.
"Are you ok?" Seth asked the girl who passed out from the sight of blood. Seth then proceeded to place the bodies in a Christian position and placed dimes in their eyes and a cross across their chests and ran off into the daylight.