He choked for a second and his head fell to the ground. I closed his eyes, with tears in mine. His clasp loosened and I released his hands from within mine, unable to hold him, knowing he could not feel my touch anymore. It was only minutes ago that the sound of bullets resonated in the air like an extended ellipsis coming sonorously to life. There was blood all over, staining the clothes on the lifeless bodies scattered around me. I was the only one to survive. They killed him, I killed them all.
......
"A tourist and a terrorist" he had laughed, mockingly. I looked up at his cold face. The face that despised anything that came between him and anything he set his stone-like eyes on.
"How do you like that, boys? A terr-or-ist loses sight of her job and falls deeply in love with a tour-ist. Romantic, eh? Yeah, that's right. I know exactly who he is. Have you forgotten who you are? Have you completely forgotten what is happening next week? I didn't plant you as a tour guide so you could play Juliet"
His five men stared disapprovingly at me. I knew I had put both of us in danger. He took his gun out and looked at me. "Shall I shoot him then" he asked, nodding at the man I lost myself to a week ago... Which is what made me do the next thing I did.
"You were a fool to have trusted me enough, to not tie me up" I said and kicked his gun out of his hand, and held it to his head, holding him in a strangle. "Are you crazy?! Put that gun down" one of his men yelled.
"This is the man that raised us all... He raised you" shrieked another, and only elicited a scoff from me. "I never wanted to be THIS" I said, not expecting what would happen next. One of them shot the love of my life, dead. Without thinking, in five shots, I killed the men, and for the finishing touch, I blew a hole right through the head I held in a deathly grip, too. I was trained for this. Since the age of five.
"A tourist and a terrorist" he had laughed, mockingly. I looked up at his cold face. The face that despised anything that came between him and anything he set his stone-like eyes on.
"How do you like that, boys? A terr-or-ist loses sight of her job and falls deeply in love with a tour-ist. Romantic, eh? Yeah, that's right. I know exactly who he is. Have you forgotten who you are? Have you completely forgotten what is happening next week? I didn't plant you as a tour guide so you could play Juliet"
His five men stared disapprovingly at me. I knew I had put both of us in danger. He took his gun out and looked at me. "Shall I shoot him then" he asked, nodding at the man I lost myself to a week ago... Which is what made me do the next thing I did.
"You were a fool to have trusted me enough, to not tie me up" I said and kicked his gun out of his hand, and held it to his head, holding him in a strangle. "Are you crazy?! Put that gun down" one of his men yelled.
"This is the man that raised us all... He raised you" shrieked another, and only elicited a scoff from me. "I never wanted to be THIS" I said, not expecting what would happen next. One of them shot the love of my life, dead. Without thinking, in five shots, I killed the men, and for the finishing touch, I blew a hole right through the head I held in a deathly grip, too. I was trained for this. Since the age of five.
......
"So you're a terrorist" he said nervously. I looked into his eyes and nodded. It had been a week since we met. A week since I forgot my entire past in the blink of an eye. I loved him. It was unexplainable. My stoic face had learned to smile.
"I will leave all that to be with you" I said earnestly. "I had no choice. I was orphaned at the age of five. He brought me up amidst guns, bombs and bitterness towards this country. I didn't know what life was like outside it all. I met you, and within those few days, I learnt how amazing a happy life could be. I don't want to blow tourists up. I don't want to shoot the mayor in the chest. I don't want to-"
My words were interrupted by the screeching halt of a black car. Six men stepped out, and walked towards us in the darkness. All we could see were their silhouettes and hear the sound of leaves being crushed under their feet. This little spot in the woods was our secret. How did they find this place?
"Meeting a man so late in the night, dear? Have you completely disregarded the curfew you've been following since you were five?"
"I'm done" I replied. "I'm in love. I don't want to work for you anymore".
"I will leave all that to be with you" I said earnestly. "I had no choice. I was orphaned at the age of five. He brought me up amidst guns, bombs and bitterness towards this country. I didn't know what life was like outside it all. I met you, and within those few days, I learnt how amazing a happy life could be. I don't want to blow tourists up. I don't want to shoot the mayor in the chest. I don't want to-"
My words were interrupted by the screeching halt of a black car. Six men stepped out, and walked towards us in the darkness. All we could see were their silhouettes and hear the sound of leaves being crushed under their feet. This little spot in the woods was our secret. How did they find this place?
"Meeting a man so late in the night, dear? Have you completely disregarded the curfew you've been following since you were five?"
"I'm done" I replied. "I'm in love. I don't want to work for you anymore".
......
He used the spare keys I had given him, and came into my apartment with a bottle of champagne, some flowers and a ring in his pocket. He had planned it all. He made sure I wasn't home, so he could surprise me when I came in. He set up the champagne on the table and looked for wine glasses in my kitchen. He tried opening every cabinet. When he got to the fifth one, he found the wine glasses... And a gun. Taken aback, he searched my entire apartment for more details that may reveal why I had this gun, when he stumbled onto an informal resignation letter I had left lying on my bed. He came storming into the hall as he heard the door open.
"Oh! Hey! How did you get in here? Ah, spare key, right? Wisely used" I said, coming in.
"What is this? I don't understand. Who are you? Why do you have a gun? Why are you writing a letter to your father, saying you don't want blood on your hands anymore? What the hell is happening?" he said in sweats. I had to explain.
"Oh! Hey! How did you get in here? Ah, spare key, right? Wisely used" I said, coming in.
"What is this? I don't understand. Who are you? Why do you have a gun? Why are you writing a letter to your father, saying you don't want blood on your hands anymore? What the hell is happening?" he said in sweats. I had to explain.
......
We had gotten used to each other in a day. Of all the people I had met in my life, or taken on tours in the last one month, he was the only one who smiled at me like he meant it. Something about him put me to ease, and for the first time in my life, I smiled in happiness. As opposed to the devious grins I was taught to give, every time a bombing was planned. In just two days something inside me said I needed him. For always. I needed to see him every second of the day, and I knew the feeling wouldn't wear out. For the first time in my life, I felt like a beautiful woman. I felt like someone whose existence had a lot more purpose than to trigger shots at innocent people, residing in the supposed enemy countries. I felt alive when he winked at me playfully. The woman who cooked in the house, once told me that this is what people call "love", when I was ten. Now, at the age of twenty two, I was... in love. It was magical. The pleasure that the boys I grew up with said they got in shooting people, was but an obscure spec in comparison to the pleasure I felt when he was near. Which is why I broke into tears when he said...
"I love you"
We had gotten used to each other in a day. Of all the people I had met in my life, or taken on tours in the last one month, he was the only one who smiled at me like he meant it. Something about him put me to ease, and for the first time in my life, I smiled in happiness. As opposed to the devious grins I was taught to give, every time a bombing was planned. In just two days something inside me said I needed him. For always. I needed to see him every second of the day, and I knew the feeling wouldn't wear out. For the first time in my life, I felt like a beautiful woman. I felt like someone whose existence had a lot more purpose than to trigger shots at innocent people, residing in the supposed enemy countries. I felt alive when he winked at me playfully. The woman who cooked in the house, once told me that this is what people call "love", when I was ten. Now, at the age of twenty two, I was... in love. It was magical. The pleasure that the boys I grew up with said they got in shooting people, was but an obscure spec in comparison to the pleasure I felt when he was near. Which is why I broke into tears when he said...
"I love you"
