The man began his death walk towards the man they called Luke. The envelope had to be delivered. This envelope could get him out of the mess which had killed half his family. This envelope could get him £3.5million and paradise. This envelope could also get him killed.
The small, fragile looking man walked slowly towards him. Two securities guards, one tall and lanky the other small and well-built, escorted him. They knew the man was coming, but were still told to be on high alert. The humid air made the poor man sweat. A foutain poured down in his old wrinkled face, his heart trying to throw itself out of his mouth. Finally, the deprived man had reached his destination, by the dining table next to his fuhrer. The sun which had risen into the bright peaceful sky had begun its departure to bed and allow his brother to shine its powerful light ovezr the village of Swetes.
At 6”2, an ex-Marine-gone AWOL for the US army, his muscles in his biceps and stomach making his light blue flowered shirt look tight. His pink shorts and sandals made him look like a tourist. He was hiding and only two people were aware where he was; even then he couldn’t trust them. Luke was very unpredictable, which made the situation worse for this young frail man looking down at him. He was enjoying himself for once.
“Hello,” whispered the man. He had an Antiguan accent which meant he was obviously from the islands. The man had practised this several times. This automatically caught Luke. He knew he was coming and was waiting for hours whilst he looked at the surroundings on his veranda and drank his Rum and Coke. “My name is-”
I.Introduction In this paper, I seek to prove that Man is made in the image of God philosophically, given that God is the creator of the universe and that there are no other created beings in the universe other than those found on earth. I shall do this by proving that God displays and has certain noble and noteworthy features, and show how Man is unique in all creation in that we exemplify and ...
“Do I look like I give a monkeys what your name is?” snapped Luke. He took a deep breath and stared right into the eyes of the young Antiguan man. He was annoyed at how late he was. “Sit down,” Luke gestured towards an empty chair.
The feeble man sat down whilst Luke took out a cigarette. He took a puff, the smoke getting lost in the fast approaching blue-black sky. Luke leaned in, the scent of cigarettes burning the man’s nose.
“What’s your name?” asked Luke. The young Antiguan man had thought this would be over quickly. Envelope and go. This had taken a wrong turn, and Luke was in control.
“Jermaine,” he replied.
“Ok. Jermaine,” he leaned back again, took a sip of his alcohol and stared right into Jermaine’s eyes. “I believe you have something for me,” he smiled showing his yellow teeth. His hand shaking, Jermaine handed Luke the envelope.
Jermaine gave the envelope to Luke. Slowly he opened it and froze. “It’s from Logan,” added the Jermaine. Luke stood up and took his glasses off. He had a scar across his right eye. He smiled and within a blink of an eye took out a JS 9mm submachine gun and shot him between the eyes. The man fell to the ground like a sack of potatoes, blood pouring out of his head. He stood up, stepped over the lifeless body and without a sense of emotion took a sip of his rum whilst he looked at the face of the body. Luke did this with every murder he committed, hoping to sense a bit of emotion…but weren’t any. The reality was: Luke takes killing as a hobby. He doesn’t know the difference between kicking a football and killing someone.
“You know what I hate?” he turned to his in-experienced security guards. The moonlight shun down on Luke like a spotlight. “Threats. And that,” he pointed at the motionless body. That was a threat!” Luke threw his rum on the floor. The glass shattered with the brown alcohol staining the perfectly square tiles. He swore and threw the toy car, which had been the envelope, onto the floor.
“But sir, it’s just a toy car…” said one of the security guards but was shot straight in kneecap. The guard fell to the floor and bit his lip.
Within the human psyche there is a small and sometimes undefined line between what drives us to do good and that which pushes towards corruption. The battle to maintain balance between the two is the theme of Edgar Allan Poe s The Tell-Tale Heart. For sane individuals it requires a traumatic or life altering event to push them across the line, however for the insane it can be a very ...
Luke walked towards the security man who hadn’t been shot, who stared back at him trying as hard as he could to avoid showing a sign of fear. If he did, he would be shot quicker than you could say “stop.” “You two, find him,” Luke growled.