Forgive me Lord!

Picture a disturbed man, sitting in a bare, unfurnished apartment, kissing the end of a freshly lit cigarette. He has a pistol in his hand, and a ripped jacket on, his hair is long and black. He hasn't shaved in a week. Now, imagine the room is very dark, the only light is some thin slits of sun slipping though the blinds. There is a T.V, but the screen is cracked and it isn't plugged in. There's an old telephone by the mans side, he is waiting on a call from someone important. 1

Imagine hours of elapsed time are going by around the man, and the light that comes through the window gets dimmer. Picture tears coming from the man's eyes as the lonely white phone continues to stay silent. One hour he is sitting and crying, the next he is standing up with the phone unplugged, held up above his head. One hour from then he is laying alone with his eyes wide open and tiny bits and pieces of phone all around him and a few beer bottles scattered on the floor. The next hour he is passed out with ten empty beer bottles tossed carelessly around his apartment. 2

The next morning, the man wakes up crying from a dream. He wipes his eyes and puts on a tough face. He goes out the door, in a stained tank-top. He is walking to a house miles away, when he is stopped by an overweight man in a black suit. The overweight man punches our main character across the jaw, knocking him out on the pavement. 3

He wakes up chained to a metal chair, bleeding from the mouth. There are men with black bags over their heads standing all around him, the large man from earlier at the center, unmasked. 4

"Benjamin," he says.5

"What the fuck do you want?" 6

"Just to talk."7

"Yeah right! Just tell me what it is and I'll be on my way!"8

"We need you to kill someone."9

"I said I was done with this, and I meant it!"10

"None of our men have talents like yours!"11

"Bullshit."12

"We strongly suggest that you don't turn us down," The fat man chuckles, "The consequences could be fatal."13

"Go ahead and kill me, I won't try and stop you."14

"I never said who they'd be fatal to."15

"You'd never, you don't have the balls!"16

"Oh, I don't?" The thugs behind the big man pull an unnamed woman out of a closet and hold a gun to her cheek.17

"Fuck you! I'm not fucking doing it, and you won't lay a goddamn finger on her!" Benjamin, pulls the pistol out of his jacket and blows a hole in the overweight mans chest. 18

Imagine now, a slow motion close up of the fat man, falling to the ground, tears in his eyes. When his body hits the ground you hear a thud. Then a close up of his mouth as it forms into a smile.19

All the masked men point their guns at Benjamin.20

"Who are you kidding?" He asks.21

They all fall silent for a moment. 22

"I fucking own you all now!"23

They drop their guns and take the bags off their heads. 24

"Untie her!" He commands, "And who the hell am I supposed to b e assassinating?"25

"Senator Banks," One of the men says.26

"Where is he, and why do I gotta kill him?" 27

"He's being kept safe in a vault downtown. Some big bank," The same man replies, "We want him dead because, because, well we just wanted to hold him ransom, but he got away, so we're getting back at him."28

"Damn, you guys are some sick bastards, you know that?" Ben, laughed," You, you're my partner. You out back, give the girl to me." 29

The others bring the woman over to Ben, he holds her and kisses her head. She begins crying into his shoulder.30

"Are you alright?" He whispers to her.31

"Mhmmm," she sobs, "I love you Ben."32

"I love you too Maria, I'll never let anyone hurt you again!" He releases her and slaps the man he chose as his partner on the back, "We got a senator to kill, lets go!" 33

Both of the men stuff pistols in their coat pockets, and strap a shotgun over their shoulders, M16s tied to their chests. Ben tells the man to lead him to the bank. 34

"Won't someone notice us if we walk?" The man looks scared, "I mean, if they see two guys walking down the street with guns on every body part, won't they call the cops."35

"Blow their fucking heads off!"36

"And when the police come?"37

"Blow their fucking heads off!"38

"They're going to kill us before we even get the chance!"39

"If you don't shut up and start moving, I'm going to shove this gun up your ass and blow the shit out your mouth!"40

So, they walk to the bank, blowing the head off of every passing pedestrian that may happen to be carrying a cell phone. When they arrive at the bank they are approached by guards. 41

"Reach in your back pocket!" Benjamin yelled.42

The man reaches into his pocket and pulls out a piece of paper.43

"Give me the paper."44

Ben unfolds the paper and begins reading it aloud.45

"Lord, forgive me for what I am about to do, for it is more than likely a sin. And I am no sinner, except for now, and every other time I've read this to you. I guess I am a sinner. But, well, does it really matter if I kill someone? I'm just speeding up your job for you, right? Okay, thanks for understanding."46

Everyone in the room stands confused, so much so that they have actually dropped their weapons to their sides. 47

"Shoot the fuck out of 'em!" Ben whispers, without barely moving his lips, "On my count of three!"48

The other man's pointer finger lay tense on his M16. Sweat rolls down his neck, and he waits for his cue. 49

"One.... two.... THREE!" Ben cries the last number as shells and bullets burst through the air. 50

The guards retaliate for a mere couple of seconds before they all fell dead to the floor. Blood soaks the center of the marble flooring, and it begins to spread.51

As the men progress towards the vault where Senator Banks is being held, someone steps into the entry way. He is masked, just as the slaves from earlier were. He runs up behind Ben, and from a foot away blows hole after gaping hole through our hero's torso. 52

Picture the light flooding the bank through it's windows, there are no electronic lights. Now picture hours of elapsed time going by, all the dead guards are hauled off. As the bank gets darker and darker, Benjamin's body moves nowhere. He is just dead, and nobody is going to do anything about it.53