The Wound that Healed

The police’ siren rang like the wailing woman on the way to the crime scene. A priest from a church in Mahogany St. has been shot in the head from a M1911 pistol. He was accompanied by two women before who appeared they came from a nearby club. Out of nowhere, a mysterious man in black projected the bullet with no regret. How could this criminal shoot a man of God? He looks up to the sky, salutes it and comes down from the billboard he climbed. He approaches the police car and waves Hello. The police smiles back. What a card…

This man is called Bruin Sparks. He is the personal manager of the Ivonricks Company. Killing and making bullets are his secret hobbies, making him more peculiar and mysterious. All his crimes were untraceable and he as a criminal was branded “Hades” in the police station. If someone would know him by heart, they would approach him with fear and carefulness. Even his bosses were afraid of him. He is a person who doesn’t like to disturbed yet a real genius when asked for a project or a strategic approach on reports.

The man now sat on a nearby lake, polishing his bullets made of jacketed lead and copper. He was approached by a kid with a age of seven. He pointed his gun with a boiling feeling inside. The kid smiled.
“Gee, what a beautiful gun you have there, mister? It’s just like in the movies…”
]”Shut your pipe hole kid. I don’t want to be bothered.”
“That’s very rude for a respectable man like you.”
“Respectable? Who are you calling respectable, I just killed a priest.”

Bruin grinned widely as he waited for the child to scream in terror. But the kid continued to talk as if it was a normal conversation. “I’m sure everybody gets bored when they hear priests give sermons but why shoot the priest?” “He’s gagging the tow whores that he’s with” the killer replied angrily, looking down again to his bullets. “Aren’t priests banned from doing that?” “Of course they were.” “Yeah, but why shoot the priest?” The kid kept asking on. “Go back to your mother kid. You’re forcing me to kill you as well. I shoot the priest because he raped my sister, three years ago.” “Oh, that’s very sad. You should’ve forgiven him.” The man looked with contempt. “I don’t care if you talk like God, kid. I killed tons of people and I hate when somebody asks me why I killed them. Get lost.” “You’re being irrational for a grown-up man. I know why you killed them” The man looked surprised and thought Maybe I’m facing God. Maybe this is my last day. Bruin stood up and cleaned the place. He’s trying to eschew the boy “Did it ever come to you that when you have a problem, you have to terminate it?” Bruin explained. “I killed them because they were the cause of my problems. I saved others at the same time, freeing them from the burden they get from this people.” “Really? How about the people who loved them the most? Do you think, it would be okay for them…” The man fixed a cold stare at the boy. “You know nothing.” He turned his back at the child, ready to leave. “It is because you did not let go of your problems” “Huh?” The kid blow up a balloon and fixed a string. It was made ready to float. He gave this to Bruin. “My mom said that if you have this problems, all you have to do is tell it to God and pass it all to him. Now is the time for you to do the same.” The man took the balloon from the child and whispered something to the balloon. “Now let go. Have you said everything?” “Yes.” The man let the balloon go and watched it soar. He threw all this bullets in the water with the gun. “It’s not easy you know”, he said to the child. “I know, but you have to trust in Him. Do you know the Bible?” “Yes but I won’t read it.. My mother had it held near her heart when she was shot by my father. My sister clasped it when the accident was finished. My brother took it in his grave.” “Try reading it.” The kid offered. They parted ways when Bruin saw the police car. A parade of mourning supporters was following the corpse of the priest. Bruin approached the police car and surrendered himself. He kept smiling all the time. The officer said “You’re a strange man that you were even proud of what you did. Why did you surrender, do you know you would be getting a life sentence? ““I guess it would be better living inside a cell with your wounds all mended up by a single balloon. Besides, I’ve got a good book to read.” Bruin slept comfortably inside the car when the child looked from the chair beside the driver’s seat.