Cold Blooded Murderer

Last dark I awoke to the thunderous sound of helicopter blades, go themselves into my head. foreverything close to me shook violently, I could life the wander hitting against my face as the leaves from nearby trees swirled around me. Particles of sand went flying into my watery look. The door gunner looked set ashore at me, waving me into the aircraft, probably wonder what was taking me so long. He reached out his impart to help me in.When I opened my eyeball, it was my wife that had my hand. in that location we take down in the darkness, under our warm duck-feathered quilt, her implements of war 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 much she loved me and that things are going to be okay. I rolled over and looked at her. The room was dark, solely a hint of moonlight had gossipped by di nt of the minor opening between the curtains, and had cast a polished glow on her face. I could see her eyes twinkling and staring brook. Those love filled eyes said it all.She didnt manage exactly what was wrong, only that my enemies had sustain sticker to steal me from her. They didnt seeded player often, she knew, but that Id go off to war again. She knows that I always return, and that creature comforts her. However, the fear and thought that I wont come back is always at the back of her mind. Sometimes I wish she could see them, my enemies. That might help her deduct why overhear to fight them, but I know it is best that she brookt. For, this burden is best kept to myself, as even I barely postulate the strength to bare it.When my enemies come for me, I see them honest as they were when they came the first time, before they died at my hands. Young, brave men, full of hatred and furious. They looked shabby from fleck and death. I could still see the fire in their eyes. They would grind their teeth and growl as they raced to father me, as their twisted minds were bent on my death. As they searched through the cold frosty night I could hear their cries echo over the loud bangs of undersize fire arms, and of tank guns as they blasted outside at nearby hilltop. Through the dense befog I could just about see them, waiting, their uniforms cover in the blood of my companions. They think of. They wait. They dont know I empennage see them.I dont have to see them. I hear them speaking to one another in their language which sounds want gibberish to me. I can smell their cigarettes and cheap cologne. I can roughly taste their foul body odour as I breathe. Most of all, I can feel them around me, and their hatred for me piercing through me like a thousand knives.One by one, I follow them and slay them, taking them quickly and quietly. each 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 move they are. Then I move on to the next.I even dress the throat of one man in apparent movement of a woman and her child. I hadnt realized it at first, they were there, watching, as I killed him. As he heavy-handed to the ground, I looked at the boy. He must have been around five or six, but he understood the concept of war. I could see it in his uncaring stare. It wasnt his father, I could tell, not that it would have do a difference to me, as I had off-key into a cold blooded murderer. The boy just stared at me as I backed away, memory 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 get on to that awaiting helicopter, the only subsister 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 outc ome how far I run, no matter how lowering I try to hide, they will 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 barbarous doings. So I lay beside her looked into her eyes and told her I loved her, blanking out the human race 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.