Just Another One

The gun was in my hand. The barrel was on the back of his head.

"So what's it gonna be?" My voice echoes through the room, "A quick painless death or a slow regretful one?"

"How about the one that doesn't end in death?" He chuckles. He's trying to sound sure of himself but I can tell he's scared. His feet are tapping in a fast rhythm. There's a pool of blood under the chair he's sitting in.

He's a big man. Most know him as the Ace of Hearts, and actually, I don't even know his full name either.

"Hey, Ace," I start, "What's your real name?"

"Don't mess around, kid. If you're gonna kill me, just do it already. You kids are always trying to drag things out nowadays, you don't know the value of-"

He's interrupted by the cool gun slapped across his face.

"I don't remember asking for your opinion Ace," I said cooly.

"My names Jack," he muttered, "Jack Mars."

"You white people and your one syllable names," I mutter, "Hey, why didn't people call you Jack of Diamonds?"

"Cause my names in it you idiot," he says as the gun meets his face again.

"Honestly Jack, I wonder where you got this big mouth of yours from." I walk away from him and take a drink from the alcohol stashed in the safe. It's the only thing in there. I take another swig, a long one. I walk back to Ace and see his head hanging down to his chest. He'll never get to see the sun again. He'll never be able to go to a park with his family and look at the trees just for fun. But scumbags like him don't deserve it. I didn't get all the way here to start feeling bad. That's not who I am. So I slowly walked toward him and pulled the gun up and shot him. The loud noise rang throughout the entire empty building. The shot caused a spark and it lit up the disgusting place.

"Another one down," I say, "just another one."