"Can you see the target, Kill?"
A voice heard by Kill from a device in his ear seemed very scientifically advanced.
Kill sighed, holding his sniper rifle focused on the victim's head as he answered, "Yes."
He was waiting for the signal to fire.
''now!''
Immediately, Kill opened fire, shattering the glass of the building the victim was inside and violently piercing the air.
But unfortunately
At that moment, the victim lowered her head to pick something up.
Kill grabbed the communication device that was attached to his ear, saying, "i missed the target. I will deal with him personally."
The voice in his ear said, "After you finish, you will find the car on East Street."
Kill was wearing a helmet on his head for protection, but he threw it off, letting out his medium-length black hair, which fluttered in the wind.
He was sniping his victim from the thirtieth floor, while his victim was on the twenty-second floor of the building opposite him.
Hearing the gunshot seconds ago, chaos spread everywhere.
But Kill chose to act quickly before it became impossible.
"This is tiring," Kill told himself with a steady expression.
He spread his hands like a hawk, overlooking the entire city.
He jumped off the building with the wind blowing hard on him.
His suit was like a flying squirrel, he could fly within certain limits
"Not yet," he muttered as he flew down.
He was descending at a crazy speed, but he was counting the floors of glass windows ahead of him.
He was waiting when he reached the twenty-second floor.
After a few seconds, he found his desired place.
He fired a rope from a strange-looking gun at the glass.
He pulled the gun
to be immediately pulled to that window
He stretched his feet out, ready to collide.
Bam!!
The glass on the 22nd floor shattered and Kill rolled inside. Looking around, he found desks and computers.
Simply Workplace
There were a lot of terrified people around him staring at him.
With his all black suit and his hair that was messy
But the terrifying thing was his silver eyes that were shining intensely with a flame that no one knew what was behind it.
Take two steps forward
Immediately, a security guard who had been hiding behind a desk stood up.
He pulled out his gun but hesitated for a moment before shooting, giving Kill a chance.
Quickly, Kill hid behind the debris.
Pulling his gun from his thigh pocket, he said in a loud voice, "In the world of shooting, one mistake is worth one life. It's a case of kill or be killed, and today you made a mistake."
Bam!
The security guard shot aside when he saw something moving.
But it was actually a chair thrown by Kill.
And when he looked back at Kill
He found him pointing his gun at his head.
There was no time to respond.
Then, Kill opened fire, ending the security man's life forever.
Then Kill stood up and walked between rooms and offices to search for the victim.
Immediately, he found her hiding behind the rubble.
She was a woman in her mid-thirties maybe.
Hugging her daughter who is not less than ten years old
Kill looked at them for a long time, and the little girl was crying in her mother's arms, scared and terrified.
He raised his gun without hesitation.
Immediately, he heard the mother screaming, "Please!! My daughter, at least let her go! Kill me, you can take my life, but my child is not guilty!"
"You'd lose your life for her?" Kill muttered.
The woman nodded, trembling.
"But you're afraid of death," Kill continued.
The mother said pleadingly, "Do what you want, but please, all I ask is for my girl's safety."
"This is... strange," Kill told himself with a wave of strange feelings.
He did not wait long
Bam!
A single bullet took the mother's life
The little girl's wailing rose to the heavens, holding her mother's body.
Kill looked at the girl intensely and said in a thick voice, "If you don't want to end up like your mother, there must be something pushing you from behind to the front. To live in this filth, you must be polluted by it. With fuel and motivation from behind and a goal in front, you will achieve everything."
Kill turned around immediately and walked two steps before stopping as he heard a shout behind him.
''I will kill you!!''
Kill smiled lightly, "There is meaning in killing me. It seems that you found the fuel, the motive, and the goal in one moment. Well done, good girl. I will welcome you wherever you want to take revenge. I will wait for you."
He took a glance towards the girl's eyes and they were indeed full of hatred.
Then he looked forward, heading towards the broken window, ready to jump.
But as he walked towards that window
People who were in the same place noticed
Things sparkle in Kill's eyes after he leaves the girl and her mother.
Water falls from his eyes like shining pearls.
His tears fell softly, but his expression was steady as if he didn't know what he was feeling, as if this feeling was foreign and he had never recognized it.
Without going into those details, he jumped from the twenty-second floor, towards the eastern street.
Soaring like a falcon towards one of the buildings overlooking the corners of the eastern street
He hid as much as possible, as the authorities and police were like an army in that building by this time.
And when Kill landed on a small building overlooking East Street
Search for the desired car
And found it parked in a very good place.
He jumped down in front of the car.
The driver looked startled when he saw Kill coming in such an unexpected way.
The driver turned the key, making the car ready to drive.
Kill sat beside the driver with a completely still expression.
The driver spoke while laughing, "I could swear, Kill, you enjoy scaring me. On every mission, you always do this damn thing."
"You're imagining it, Clark," kill replied as they started moving, looking out the window at the streets.
After Clark talked all the way through in that lively way of his, Kill was mostly listening.
As they approach the headquarters
Clark was talking nonstop.
Kill interrupted him after thinking deeply, muttering in a loud voice, "Clark, why do humans throw away their own precious lives for the sake of others?"
Clark was shocked by those words, yet he smiled and said, "When they see someone they love suffering in a critical situation, that feeling and that cry for help springs up in their hearts. Despite their fear, they run without hesitation to protect their loved ones. However, people of this type are extremely rare."
"Helping them… for those they love?" Kill muttered in broken words.
"In my three-year career as a professional killer, I've never seen this before," kill continued, raising his hands as he explained incomprehensibly. "But why? All the people I killed were greedy and wanted to save their lives, and some of them even threw away the lives of others in order to survive!"
Clark replied, explaining, "That's human instinct, but, Kill, humanity is everywhere, but at the same time humanity is rare. What you saw today was the highest and brightest thing a human being can do."
Clark continued, understanding the situation. "Do you have intermittent desires that you want to stop killing?"
Kill was shocked, saying, "How could y-"
Clark quickly interrupted him, "And sometimes water comes out of your eyes from time to time and you don't know why. Maybe every time you kill someone you feel a strange feeling in your chest and you don't know what it is, but you definitely think it's an annoying feeling."
Kill studied Clark's face, which he knew everything about.
Then he looked ahead and found the desired place, they had arrived at the headquarters
"I'm resigning," Kill said clearly at last.
Hearing that, Clark smiled.
Clark parked the car and the two got out without saying a word after that.
The headquarters was in a completely isolated place between forests and mountains.
Kill and Clark parted ways upon entering the building.
On the other side of the building, Clark reached his private office. He entered and closed the door behind him. He quickly made himself a cup of coffee.
Clark was sitting in his office, drinking a cup of coffee. He was staring at his cup, talking to himself, "Three years ago, I thought that Kill was a merciless killer without feelings, like a machine and a tool for this organization. But in reality, he has feelings and lacks nothing. But perhaps because of the intensity of the training and the harshness of his life, he himself does not understand himself and does not understand what feelings are. He does not even know the name of tears!"
Clark laughed sarcastically, "He reminds me of myself before I resigned, but it's okay. Almost all killers reached this point gradually, and he will too."
On the opposite side of the building
Kill was sitting in the garden opposite the organization's hospital, and next to him on the chair was his doctor.
"Dr. Bayon, what were the test results?" Kill spoke in a heavy voice.
"Nothing is unsual," replied Dr. Bayon, who was probably in his fifties, with a slight smile. "You come out of your missions without a scratch."
Kill sighed hearing that.
Then he added, contemplating the nature of the garden, "Doctor, if there is a man who does not understand himself, but wants to change to see what he will become and to see what he would choose between them, and then move forward, what should he do?"
Dr. Bayon patted Kill's shoulder lightly, saying in a gentle voice, "My son, if there is someone who is searching for a self that he doesn't understand and doesn't know where it is, then he simply has to do the opposite of what he is doing and try things that he hasn't shown interest in before, and then he will know exactly where he should stand."
Kill lowered his head in a broken voice, "Even if he did horrible things, does he have the right to do that?"
Dr. Bayon responded with a light laugh when he realized that those words were meant from the beginning to mean Kill. "Even if so, we all make mistakes. That's normal. We are human beings in the end, human beings who carry humanity in our hearts, and the extent of that humanity varies depending on the person."
"You're still only twenty-two years old," Dr. Bayon continued, looking into Kill's eyes. "Go and check things out. Take things slowly!"
A desire to cry suddenly overcame Kill, a desire he didn't understand, when he said, "But I'm a murderer!"
The doctor said with the same speed and emotion, "You and I are not that different. You kill and I heal. Without you, there would be no reason for me to exist, and its the the same for your situation. We are very similar. Many patients died in my hands because of me. We all have bloody hands, but that does not prevent us from moving forward to that bright tomorrow where we find who we truly are."
They both stood up at the same time.
Immediately, Kill said with shining eyes and a face that didn't know what to do, "So what can I do to understand myself?"
The doctor smiled, saying with a bright face, "Do the opposite of what you are doing. Instead of killing, help. Instead of ignoring, care. Instead of frowning, smile. This way, you will truly know who the real Kill is."
Kill nodded, saying with deep gratitude , "Thank you."
The doctor laughed before saying with difficulty, "You've really changed. From three years ago until just a few months ago, you would come get your tests done and leave without even talking or greeting me. You even got to thank me, hahahahaha!"
Kill turned to leave after giving the doctor half a smile..
When he walked about two steps as he gave the doctor his back
Dr. Bayon spoke, "For your information, our names have similar meanings too. My name, Bayon, means life, your name means murder. We're opposites, but that's what makes us so alike. Good luck finding the real Kill my son."
Hearing those words, a smile froze on Kill's face intensely.
He waved his hand and continued on his way forward.
Two days passed and Kill submitted his resignation.
After several discussions with the organization, he decided to stop and leave.
Kill completely disappeared from sight and no one ever said goodbye. He left without making a fuss.
And he bought a modest house in the countryside located in a simple village.
He lived there for five years, which were the best years of his life.
Every day he would wake up early and help the old woman who passed by his house and carry the bags of food that she bought for her grandchildren.
He receives from her only one sentence: "Thank you, my son. You are a good man."
And happy all week
He was tending another old man's animal pen at noon.
He receives his salary at the end of the month.
He walks and helps a child on the road
He had never been so happy with his life.
He sat just before sunset in front of his house, contemplating the village and the people coming and going.
He smiled completely as the memories of his past life exploded and passed before his eyes, recalling his painful past. He smiled sarcastically and happily as well, because he was finally freed from the shackles of killing and loss, lost, not knowing himself, not knowing what he wanted, not even knowing feelings. He had them, but he didn't understand them. And now? He was free from all of that.
And he finally finds himself, the Kill who loves to help people and hates harm.
He understood why he was crying on his missions and why he had an uneasy feeling in his chest.
Actually, because he was doing what he was required to do, not what he wanted to do.
Understand that he was killing because he had to, not because he liked it.
He was forcing himself without realizing it until his emotions got agitated and he yelled at him.
Kill smiled again, "I always asked myself where I am? But now I understand, I'm here." Saying that, he held his heart tightly.
He took a nap on his chair, relaxing deeply in the wind that blew with the sunset.
He slept for ten minutes before he was startled awake by the screams of the villagers.
Suddenly he ran to the nearest person and asked, "What's wrong?!"
The man replied in alarm, "A girl about fifteen years old! She entered the village with a weapon in her hand looking for you!!"
''Fifteen? You're looking for me?'' Kill told himself.
Immediately, signs of shock invaded his face when he remembered
What shocked him more was the girl's scream from behind him.
"For five years I searched for you, and now I have found you. Are you ready to pay for your sins."
Kill turned around and found a teenage girl holding a gun, pointing it right at him.
Kill was completely unarmed, the last time he held a weapon was on that last mission when he killed a mother in front of her daughter
The girl spoke, anger almost bursting from her eyes. "I am that child who you killed her mother in front of her five years ago. You told me then that killing you would be meaningful. Are you ready?"
Kill always knew this day would come, that in the end, the man who takes a life will have to prepare to have his life taken in the end.
He wasn't afraid of death. He had come to terms with himself and inner peace. What if he died here? He had achieved what he wanted.
Kill knelt down and spread his arms right and left.
fully prepared
But just as the girl was about to shoot, a ten-year-old girl jumped into the middle and cried out with tears, "Mr. Kill is kind!! He helps my grandma and grandpa every day! There's no way he would ever hurt anyone!"
Kill looked at her, his eyes sparkled and he was emotionally taken!
Then the screams of the villagers rose around them.
"Yes, Mr. Kill is very kind!"
''Mr. Kill always smiles kindly towards us!!''
Looking at that, Kill muttered slowly, "You guys…"
However, Kill held back his tears and ordered them to be silent.
He looked at the girl with a serious look and a confident expression in his words, "However, no matter what I do, I am still wrong about your mother and you have the right to kill me and I do not blame you if you do. I am here, decide what you want, whether you want to kill me or not, in both cases it has a meaning."
The girl was nervous and trembling, confused about what to do or not to do, and she shouted in a wave of emotions, "But you killed my mother, how do you have the right to live happily!!!"
"I was wrong not only about your mother but about everyone I killed and took away their lives and dreams. All I can offer is my apology and my life. I'm sorry," Kill said, looking directly at her with a sad expression.
The girl finally cried and threw down her weapon. "Why… Why are you a good man now… Why!!!! Why are you not evil? Why are you not rude? Why are you not hateful? Why…"
She was looking for any reason to kill him but she couldn't find any. It was clear that the man in front of her was a completely new person than he was five years ago.
The girl stood up after she calmed herself down. "Five years ago, your hair had a few white streaks, even though you were young. Now that you're still young, your hair is completely white. You must have suffered even when you killed people. I can tell from this alone that you're a good man, and all the factors point to that." With her last sentence, she moved her gaze between the villagers.
Yet she cried even more when she said, "My mother will never forgive me if I kill you. I know what she would have wanted me to do."
Hearing that, Kill's tears fell heavily like a flowing river.
However, the girl raised her head and said with a strange expression that Kill did not understand, a mixture of a smile and sadness, "It seems that you live to atone for your sins. My mother will not forgive me if I kill someone like you who tries and cares to this degree. I forgive you."
Saying that, she left the weapon on the ground, turned around, and walked out of the village gate forever.
Meanwhile, Kill cried so gratefully on the ground, remembering all he had done. He cried even more.
Everything he had done in his life flashed before his eyes.
He was so grateful to have reached this point.
He drowned in his tears after he got an opportunity he didn't think he deserved and he muttered over and over again, "Thank you... Thank you!!" He had expected to die since he arrived here, but he got a new opportunity.
We, as humans, make many mistakes and sink into the depths of darkness, but no matter how deep we sink, we will carry that radiant seed in our hearts.
Despite our many failures and mistakes, we must live forward to a new tomorrow!
A fool is someone who will dwell on his sins and blame himself for doing so. He will never move forward.
As humans, our weapons are our feelings and our ability to walk in the end, no matter how many difficulties we face and no matter how much pain we suffer.
There will always be a way, no matter how desperate the situation is, there will certainly be a way, even if it is only one way.
A real man is one who walks with the belief in his heart that tomorrow will be better.
The end.