This is a repost of my original Apocalypse Runner story (which has become my regular appearance in InMon). It was originally called God's Wrath and was done as part of a challenge I hosted over a year ago. Since then, Bernard the assassin has taken on a life of his own, so I thought I would share this once more.
"You should just kill every last one of them Bernard. You know this would all be a lot easier if you did." The dark cloud of pain and hatred hung around Felix, anyone looking closely could see it there, but most chose not to pay attention lest they become involved in something that might disrupt their peaceful little lives.
"Easier for who? You? I want no more blood on my hands Felix." Bernard looked in the mirror, trying to see past the dark black bags beneath his eyes to the soul hidden within them. Every once in a while he thought he saw it there, a faint glimmer of who he used to be, long before the darkness consumed his life.
"Little late for that don't you think? There's enough blood on those hands to fill a handful of blood banks Bernard. Why stop now? Shit, you and I both know that you'll be killing more people soon enough. They won't just let you go just because you want to." Felix's voice was sharp, filled with contempt for Bernard, who admittedly deserved every ounce of that derision. There were few men left on the planet who were as dangerous and deadly as Bernard, but he was broken and afraid, fearing an end that was sure to come, pricking the remnants of a conscience that he had thought destroyed when he was still a child. Continue reading