#embittered enforcer / muscle wick?? yes please.

[fuselit]

ㅤHOW DID I GET HERE? the words linger only as long as i allow , before they're banished to the deepest recesses of my mind. you think too hard , or for too long , and suddenly that determination , that drive you've worked up , slips away in an instant. despite what my old reputation might lead you to believe , i've never killed anyone before. not personally. not directly. way back when , i'd left people to their fates at the hands of our morally biased , fucked up justice system , with so many post - mortem names nothing more than another identical manilla folder tucked away and forgotten , save for a hollowed - out cavity in my mind.

ㅤit's the same memories , the knowledge that these people ( guilty or not ) decided their lives were better forfeit than spent wasting away in some granite cell , that push me to act now. i spent so long thinking justice was an omnipotent force , an almighty concept that governed our everyday lives , ultimately punishing those who harm others and vindicating those it deems righteous. how narrow - minded and naive i'd been.

ㅤif justice does exist in this world , if such an objectively skewed means of judgment can tip the proverbial scales and dole out what it deems fair , then it falls on my shoulders , rests solely in my hands. looking back , my own justice is all i should've ever believed in.

ㅤ❛ yeah. ❜ the word passes my lips like raw skin raking over gravel , rough and sour in my throat , compels me to stare at the dashboard as my fingers close around the handle of the pistol seated lazily in my lap , spine stiffening as my chest aches with a too - deep inhale. it's now or never , and i climb out the driver's side door without affording gus so much as a glance , already knowing the ice - cold gaze that would await , boring into my skull like a drill and letting every doubt , every hesitant thought , seep out like smoke signals for him to decipher and meticulously pick apart with surgical precision. tucking the pistol into the back of my jeans , i close the car door a little more forcefully than i mean to , steeling myself for what's to come. ❛ i know. ❜

@gsfring / ❛ you already know how this will end. ❜ (manipulatively)