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The incident was occuerd in a room that only dim and featureless. Sob and scream of an women and her son were echoing to the cracked plaster walls. Infrequent cars were going away outside. The woman embraced her son, the boy clung to mom's arm.Four eyes against me got muddy in lost of souls, pleaded for adherence and desires for their lives.
Not logically, but real lives there. My right palm had been grasping a iron weapon which can reap souls. The woman called me mercy with quivering lips. However my instinct whispered horrible overture. Whole my skins got wet with sweat, clothes stuck terribly. Thirsty got hard rapidly and my organs required water that the source of life. The handgun grasped in my hand shivered, the grip of the gun creaked. A rationality which wishes their future launched in my mind, it had conflict against the impulse which insist preservation of myself paradoxically.
The two things would not make them at once. -No kill. Despite the hesitation an egoism hope to keep myself away from risks caused, it mingled with sane humanity, spread out in my too young brain. The dim consciousness invited impatience. Anyway, I had no alternative to revers my steps from the flat. Whatever original plan went on normally - the device in my shoulder bag activated correctly - it should had resulted in the same.
Afterwards draggy waver, two dry platters fill the gloomy atmosphere.