A tired man.
The sound of a ringing telephone echoes through the quite house. A man lies next to his wife in a queen sized
bed. The man awakens from the piercing noise that the telephone conveys and leaves his cozy and warm bed,
trudging for the telephone that seems to be miles away in the dark. He picks up the receiver and yawns loudly.
"Hello?"
The caller breathes heavily in a slow pace.
"Who is this" Asks the tired man. The caller snaffles with his lips and exclaims hastily in a vigorous tone "It's I,
Matthew". The tired man lowers his voice and responds in a distressful whisper "Wait a sec...." he grabs the
phone and sneaks quickly into the bathroom and locks the door. The tired man turns on the faucet in order to
prevent anyone from listening in on the conversation.
"Why are you calling me at home for?" the slightly annoyed man asks with a whisper. "I've found him."
The tired man stiffens of shock, and the conversation lies in dead silence.
"Are you still there?"
The man recovers from the unpredicted statement and responds with a stutter "Y-es, I'm still here".
"I'll pick you up in ten minutes, be ready".
The tired man drops the receiver and phone into the tiled floor and looks into the bathroom mirror and stares at
his reflection. The man is pale and seems nauseated. He fills his hands with the cold tap water and throws some
at his tired face.
The tired man sneaks out from the bathroom over to the wardrobe and grabs a pair of Jeans, a black shirt and his
beige trench coat. His wife has awoken and notices the distressed husband. "What are you doing?" she asks her
husband with a yawn. "I forgot an urgent deadline for work, go back to sleep". The wife looks worried but she's
too weary to argue. The tired man kisses her on the forehead and leaves.
The tired man stands in the pitch-black dark, awaiting the caller. There's not another living soul in the area. The
headlights of an SUV dazzles his vision and parks next to the sidewalk. The tired man quickly walks over to the
passenger door and opens it. There's a man sitting in the driver's seat, he's wearing all black with a beanie and a
pair of black leather gloves, similar to a Cat Burglar's clothing. The driver floors the pedal and drives swiftly
away from the house.
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A tired man
The vehicle drives through the dark and quite town. The driver turns and drives unto an abandoned forest road,
surrounded by verdant trees. "Where are we going?" the tired man asks with a slight worry in his voice. The
driver makes a grin "To a place where no one can hear us". The tired man accepts the vague answer and leans
back.
The vehicle makes a final turn unto a deserted road surrounded by a dense forest. The branches strive against the
black hood of the car, shining vividly because of the reflection from the enthralling moonlight. There's a cabin at
the end of the road. The closer they get the more decayed and dilapidated the cabin seems to be. The car pulls up
outside the Cabin doorstep and the driver exits it rapidly. The tired man braces himself for the action that has yet
to come.
The driver thrusts open the cabin door and the moonlight illuminates the interior. In the middle of the room,
there's a man tied up in a chair, covered with a sack over his head. The driver walks over to the captive, that's
shacking of fear, and pulls the dirty sack of his head. The tired man becomes stunned by the captive, whose
identity was previously unknown. "Here's he is, that wretched scoundrel of a beast. We can finally finish what
begun ages ago. The fact that we trusted this vile swine was a stupid mistake indeed". The tired man slaps the
captive with great force, multiple times, and begins choking him. The tired man exclaims with immense fury
"Now we have you! This time you cannot escape!" The driver smiles sinisterly whilst cracking his knuckles "We
have indeed been patient, this you know Victor".
Victor struggle with all his power, in an attempt to break loose from the tight rope tied around his limbs. He cries
out into the empty void of the forest, but no one can hear him scream "Please show mercy! I beg you! I meant no
harm!" The tears are running down his cheeks similar to heavy rain on a stormy day. The driver scoffs with his
nose and his eyes scream aggressiveness, he has done this before. "This is the moment when I become whole as a
man; this is the moment when I become human." The tired man thought, as his inner dialogue became more
gruesome and intense.
The driver savors the moment by slowly grabbing his pistol from the holster beneath his turtle neck sweater. He
places the gun in the tired man's hand and makes a gesture, indicating that it is his turn, to end a life.
"What now? What am I supposed to do? This is my only chance to kill him, but I just can't. A feeling of hesitance
flows through my mind, should I take this opportunity?" The tired man presses the barrel against Victor's temple
and the tears stream down along his cheeks. Regretfully he squeezes the trigger and closes his eyes. The shot
roars through the vast forest, the tired man opens his eyes. There's blood splatter in his face and on his beige
trench coat, but yet, he seems eased. "I now feel my nostrils dilating, with the persisting acrid smell of gunpow-
der and blood. All of this gained from the death of my enemy. My muscles are tensed, ready for battle, and I
prepare my being as a sacred sanctum, full of vitality and spirit, full of hopes for a triumphant future, with a
bestial battle cry".
On the way home there's not much being said, both individuals are sitting there, in complete silence. The driver
is focusing on the road and the tired man is leaning his head against the window, admiring the surroundings.
The car drives up on the driveway and the tired man leaves without saying goodbye. He wanders up the stair-
case of the house; lit up by the sun rise. The man enters the bedroom and directly enters the bathroom in a
strident manner. His wife is sound asleep. The tired man turns on the faucet and bathes his faces with the
refreshing cold water; he tilts his head upwards and stares into the mirror. What he sees is not a pale man
anymore, it's a murderer.
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