The Soldier Next Door

They say a man’s life flashes before his eyes when he is staring death in the face; well, I say it is bullshit. All that is staring me in the face are the barrel of a Ruger. Now, did I foresee this happening? Well, of course, I did not come here to have a goddamn tea party. What was a casual exchange of threats has now only stepped up one level to where I am about to have my head blown off. Yet, this man underestimates my determination.

I have come too far and too long to have Ana by my side; there shall be no one that comes between us. Now I do not know who this man is, but he claims that he is not Mark, well I don’t care who he frankly is.

“You can go right ahead and blow my brains out as much as you like, but you will not get Ana.”

Well, now if I thought that he would listen, it only makes him more furious. With somewhat of a slight tremble, his voice reaches a pitch higher and echoes to every corner of the room, “Oh, believe me, I am going to blow your brains out, and then I am going to take your precious Ana.”

It takes all my control not to burst out in laughter; this man clearly does not know, “That precious Ana would not think twice to end your miserable life. The moment you pull that trigger, you will set something in motion that you will not be able to control.”

The idiot is now bravely stepping one step closer. There is a wildfire burning in his eyes, “I will do whatever I need to get what is mine.”

Well, let us just clear one thing up, “So please enlighten me, if you are not Mark, and I know you are definitely not Paul, then who that fuck are you?”

“Brendan.”

“And I am guessing that you are another…”

“The oldest of the three brothers. And the brother that was supposed to have gotten married to your dear wife.”

Well, he is still clearly the same idiot he was a few moments ago; he has not yet learned to shut his mouth and listen, “You will not come near Ana. Can you not get this into your head?”

“Then my head must be as thick as yours, for I said that I would take whatever I want. And as I see it, Hunter, you are not leaving here today.” He grips his gun with the other hand and points it firmly at the center between my eyes, then he continues with the utmost rage in his voice, “You do not come into my house and disrespect me.”Content © provided by NôvelDrama.Org.

Now, if he thought that it would scare me shitless or make me even move an inch, he is sadly mistaken. I have killed far more men in my lifetime than he has ever seen; his little intimidating act is not even going to get a rise out of me. I came here with a purpose, and it seems that the plan behind the purpose has just changed.

So with only but one hand, I still hold my gun steady, not even blinking an inch. From what I can gather, dear old Brendan needs to grip two hands to obtain the perfect aim. And yes, I do find this amusing.

“It seems that you have some trouble handling your gun, Brendan. When last did you have that barrel against someone’s head?”

“I am not a ruthless killer as you, Hunter.”

“Oh,” I only but smirk at him as I see the sweat starting to build on his forehead. “I see that as taking what I want, and most of the time, it is mine.”

I watch as his hands start to begin to falter, he is cracking under pressure. I cannot help but smile to myself as I watch him crumble. As he seems to start losing that grip, I start to ready myself for my next step.

But then he speaks again, “I am getting back what is mine?”

I only but laugh at him as I make one step closer, “And what makes you so sure of that?”

“Because I am going to blow your fucking brains out.”

There is a complete silence that falls over the room; I can hear his short rapid breaths. His is taking strain; his heart is pounding at a rate that his body can’t handle. Brendan is weak, and he is vulnerable; he is a complete nobody.

But there begs the question, do I truly want to take the life of a man that has not done any wrong to me? Well, yet, he will come for Ana.

Though, he still has much to say, “So the great Ethan Hunter married the Jenkins family whore?”

And that is me, that restraint I thought I had composed, snaps. There is no fucking way I am dropping this.

But what is about to drop is Brendan’s gun as his hands are now truly shaking out of control. So with what seems like it is almost an inch of a second, I reach out my free hand and grip the barrel of his gun firmly in my hand. It only but takes one snap of his wrist, and I have him disarmed.

He stumbles backward into a counter; there is a horror that creeps into his eyes.

With only in an arm’s length in his reach, I press the tip of the barrel against his forehead, “If you move, then you are fucking dead.”

But in almost an instant, I watch as Brendan grabs a smaller gun strapped to his chest. Once again, with both hands, he aims straight at my forehead. Then I hear a click as he closes his eyes.

I stand firmly; I take the grip of my Ruger tight into my hands. The coldness of the steel sends adrenaline racing through my body. There is no greater feeling of power that surges through your veins. I feel completely invisible as I focus my eyes on Brendan. With only a slight touch of the trigger, there is a bullet that enters the chamber. I can feel it move as smooth as silk; then, what seems like less than an inch second, the gun slightly jolts as the bullet snaps out the chamber. I watch it travel with perfect precision and pierce into Brendan’s soft skin. As he falls backward, I move closer and pump another one in his chest.

“Now fucking move again, and I will kill you without hesitating.”

Satisfied that I have gotten my message through, I slowly drop the barrel of my gun; I take my jacket and fling it over my shoulder. I make my way out the front door and get into the car. As I bring it to a roar, I can feel that adrenaline still pumping through my veins. That was intense and damn well crazy.

It is with great anticipation that I finally stop in my driveway. I watch as Ana comes rushing outside with clear worry on her face. And it is this very Ana that I need to apologize for my behavior in just running out on her the way I did before. Now, if she is going to approve of what I have done, well, that remains to be seen. But as I move on closer to her, she immediately leaps forward and locks me in her arms.

“You know you are fucking crazy. Please don’t tell me it is true.”

“Boo, you know that I will do anything to protect you.”

“I wish that you did not have to do that, but I should say thank you.”

“Ssshhh, boo. Everything is okay now.”

She pulls me into a fiery and passionate kiss. She devours me with a patient hunger, possessing me soft and slow. Passion explodes through my veins as I whimper. “I love you, princess. I love you so damn much.”

“Boo, I cannot live without you, princess. I know that now more than ever. Some people come into your life for a short period, while others are destined to stay till the end. You are one of those people that are destined to stay until the end.”

I feel as my shirt starts to stain wet from her tears as she nestles her head into my chest. Then I continue again, “I’m not ever going to let you out of my life again; you are a perfect representation of all the beautiful things in my life. You have always been the reason for my persistent smiles and happy moments in difficult times. I will never love you any lesser than this. I know my feelings for you will continue being doubled and tripled.”

Then she looks up and finds the depths of my eyes, “Soldier.”

“Yes, boo?”

“Forget that condition.”

“Boo, you never told me what the condition was,” then I pause for a brief moment. Yet something does not make sense. “Boo, how did you know about Brendan?”