“It’s easy Simon, you just put the fucking knife to her throat and you slice it across. It’s that fucking simple, you know how it works!”
Simon looks down at the girl who’s hair he tightly grips in one hand, to the knife in the other, and then, up at him “But, she’s done nothing wrong, she’s innocent.”
“Just fucking do it! Now isn’t the time to get scared.”
“I’m not scared, it’s just, well, it’s wrong that’s what it is,” Simon says as he releases his hold on the girl and she crumbles to the ground in tears.
“Wrong? Is that your idea of a joke? Of course it’s fucking wrong, that’s why we’re here, to spread the anarchy , to stick it to the fucks upstairs, and all that jazz. Why the hell do you think we’re here? They’ve all gotta pay!”
“Even the innocent?”
“Especially the innocent.”
“That’s not what I signed on for, that’s not what this is all supposed to be about, and I won’t be a party to it!”
He raises a revolver and aims it towards Simon, “You’re either with us, or, you’re with them, and if you are, then you have to pay the same price,” he says as he lower the revolver and fires two shots into the girl. Simon freezes in place, he feels his body break out in a sweat, an a nervous trembling start shaking its way through his legs, and up, towards his bladder. He raises the revolver back towards Simon, his face now, dark, mysterious, not the man he had grown up with, not the friend he thought had his back.
“What the fuck is going on McGeggor, this isn’t you, this isn’t what we started this all for.”
“Fuck you, why come along then if you weren’t ready to really commit one hundred percent to the cause?”
“I am committed, but this isn’t what we’re about, this is wrong, she was innocent!”
“Fuck you, you’ve never been committed, all you’ve done is sit in your basement writing propaganda manifestos, spreading the word of our ways you’ve become blind to, forgotten where the true power of our people lies. I’ve been out in the trenches, taking names, waving the flag, and now, you’re finally out here, doing what everyone else has been doing since the beginning, and what? You suddenly realise you don’t want to do it anymore! You’re pathetic, I can’t believe I looked up to you, I can’t believe any of us did.”
“Then do it, see where you’ll be without me,” Simon says, as he stands up tall and tightly closes his eyes.
“For the cause!” McGeggor says, two shots explode to life, Simon readies himself for the impact but it never comes. Finally, after some moments he nervously opens his eyes, to find McGreggor face down in a pool of blood, and two brothels of the cause standing over him.
“I’m tired of the killing as well,” one of them says as they both place their guns on the ground, they both look towards Simon. “Show us what this cause is really about, show us how we can win without bloodshed.”
“Then, let’s begin, again,” Simon says as he allows himself to smile, darting one last look back to McGreggor’s body.
You can read the original 50 Word Story HERE.