Jon watched Brendan's face crack and break apart at the line. He watched him fall apart. He saw him fall to the floor, laughing, then sobbing.
He took a moment to lower the gun, to look around. The world spun when he stood still, it spun faster when he turned. Amanda's corpse, the treelines, the docks and water, Michael, Brendan's sobbing form. He had to look at everything around him, to really take it in.
Was this real?
This didn't feel real.
It wasn't what he expected.
You killed someone Jon. Someone who saved your life. You didn't want it then, but it still happened. It should've been Brendan down there, but it's not.
Amanda gave you a second chance, and what'd you do with it?
Weren't you even paying attention to what Michael told you?
It wasn't worth it, none of it was. You could've done anything with that chance.
Everything that's happened since then, that was on you.
Brendan made mistakes, you made mistakes.
If you shoot him now, you better be prepared to eat the barrel too. Wasn't that what you wanted in the first place? That's all you had to go on, it was your only purpose at this point. From the look of it, Brendan would want it too. Neither of you really deserved it though. It would be too easy for the likes of you both.
He aimed the barrel towards Brendan's head, it would be quick. Maybe not clean, but it wouldn't hurt. Not like Amanda had.
His eye trailed back to Amanda.
Wrong place, wrong time. That's all that amounted from her death. What'd she get in return for this?
Did she deserve anything for this? You really think you deserve to get out of it the easy way, Jon?
You've hurt people. You've killed someone. When the announcements come in, you'll have hurt more. The people back home were watching. The dead were watching.
Jon breathed in.
"Y'know what Michael told me? He told me, back when we thought he killed Alex, that he didn't... he didn't feel anything good coming from doing this. It was pointless, nothing came from it. I didn't believe him, and I tried to go after Alex. He nearly killed me, well, for a while, he had killed me. While I was out, I realized that's what I really wanted."
He pointed the barrel to Amanda's corpse.
"She saved my life. Look at how I repaid her."
He pointed the barrel back to Brendan.
"It was supposed to be you there, not her. That was my mistake. I wanted blood, and I got it. Now what?"
Jon himself started to cry.
"He was right. I didn't believe him and he was right."
He finally lowered the gun, and crouched next to Brendan.
"I... I came to kill someone, and I did. I'm not going to do it again. There's... no point. Amanda died in your place, and that was my mistake. I have to live with that, and because of that you get to."
Jon planned on turning around right then and there, but he stopped when he realized his bag wasn't on him anymore. It must've fell off when he rolled down the hill.
He grabbed Amanda's bag in it's place, picking up his mask while he was there.
"I hope I never have to see you again, Brendan."
As he walked away he stopped by Michael's body.
He knelt by and closed the corpse's eyes.
He realized he still didn't have anything to cover him with.
There was another thing tugging at him however.
If he didn't want to spill anymore blood, then why did he take the bag with the ammo? Why did he take the mask?
((Jonathan Gulley continued elsewhere.))