"Fragments..." by Rettick
[this is my new fic. there has been no planning for this, i thought of it today. it has nothing to do with "Undercover Operations", and the overall tone should be darker.
i have no idea how long it'll take, or even if it will be finished.]
INTRODUCTION
I feel that you should know some things. About me, I mean. I can’t bring myself to say them, so I’m writing this. It’s cowardly, I know, but I don’t want to see your faces.
I make no apologies. Understand that. I mean, you wouldn’t think I was. You know me as someone who never apologizes. “No Regrets, No Worries,” I always say. I wasn’t always like that, though. People who knew me then would hardly recognize me now. I used to be so timid. ‘Sorry’ was the word I used the most. Even more that ‘Sir’…
But anyway, I digress. I make no apologies. I am not proud of what I have done, but in most cases there was no alternative that I could see. Most of what I have done was simply to survive. That isn’t bad, is it?
I know this may hurt you, but believe me when I say that it is hurting me more.
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Guns don't kill people, People kill people! Using Guns.
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