Cold Blooded Murderer

exit night I awoke to the thunderous sound of helicopter blades, drumming themselves into my head. eachthing close to me shook violently, I could feel the wind hitting against my face as the leaves from nearby trees swirled close to me. Particles of sand went flying into my watery look. The door gunner looked down at me, waving me into the aircraft, probably wondering what was taking me so long. He reached out his hand to help me in.When I opened my eyes, it was my wife that had my hand. There we lay in the darkness, under our warm duck-feathered quilt, her arms around me grasping me tightly. She was whispering something in my ear. I struggled to hear what it was as everything sounded fuzzy. I managed to catch a couple of words and came to the conclusion it was something about how frequently she shaftd me and that things are going to be okay. I rolled oer and looked at her. The room was dark, but a hint of moonlight had seeped done the small opening between the curtains, a nd had cast a slight gleam on her face. I could see her eyes twinkling and staring back. Those love filled eyes said it all.She didnt love exactly what was wrong, only that my enemies had lessen back to steal me from her. They didnt pay off often, she knew, but that Id go off to war again. She realises that I always return, and that comforts her. However, the fear and thought that I wont come back is always at the back of her mind. Sometimes I paying attention she could see them, my enemies. That might help her understand why have to press out them, but I know it is best that she pilet. For, this burden is best kept to myself, as even I denudately have the strength to bare it.When my enemies come for me, I see them retributive as they were when they came the first time, in advance they died at my hands. Young, brave men, full of hatred and furious. They looked shabby from combat and death. I could still see the fire in their eyes. They would grind their teeth and scold as they raced to find me, as their twisted minds were bent on my death. As they searched through the cold frosty night I could hear their cries counter over the loud bangs of small fire arms, and of tank guns as they doomed away at nearby hilltop. Through the dense fog I could just about see them, waiting, their uniforms covered in the blood of my companions. They watch. They wait. They dont know I can see them.I dont have to see them. I hear them speaking to one another in their language which sounds handle gibberish to me. I can smell their cigarettes and cheap cologne. I can almost taste their foul body odour as I breathe. Most of all, I can feel them around me, and their hatred for me knifelike through me like a thousand knives.One by one, I follow them and slay them, taking them quickly and quietly. Every time I run my blade through them, I stare into their cold, bloodshot eyes and watch the life drain from their bodies. I wonder if Ill ever be in the place they are. Then I move on to the next.I even cut the throat of one man in earlier of a woman and her child. I hadnt realized it at first, they were there, watching, as I killed him. As he fell to the ground, I looked at the boy. He must(prenominal) have been around five or six, but he understand the c formerlypt of war. I could see it in his uncaring stare. It wasnt his father, I could tell, not that it would have made a difference to me, as I had saturnine into a cold blooded murderer. The boy just stared at me as I backed away, holding my finger to my lips to keep him quiet. His mother just reached down and put her hand over his mouth, and watched as I crept away.As always, Ill regain on to that awaiting helicopter, the only survivor of an accomplished mission, victorious once again. Even though the battlefield below goes out of sight, I know Ill be back. I always come back here. I cant get away from this God-forsaken place. No payoff how far I run, no matter how hard I try to hide, they wil l always come for me. Until someday I go to a place where I cant bring them with me.How could I tell her this? I could barely live with this burden in my life. Every helicopter, bang of fire arms, drop of blood reminded me of my inhumane doings. So I lay beside her looked into her eyes and told her I loved her, blanking out the reality of my life. I wished that I could stop the hands of time and forever lay beside her, in my arms and never face reality again.