He often smiled about the things that Hollywood and the dreaded television instilled into people. Especially the violence. The violence they made so pretty, so "cinematic," so cool...violence, he was here to inform you, was far from all of those things. Violence was so fucking ugly. But the sad part about that was he was good at it.
The Marines taught him how to kill with dignity. He liked to call it, "The Pure Kill Philosophy." When you murder someone you do not do the murder in malice. When he took another's life he never relished in it. Never drew it out. Never watched them suffer before their perspective lives ended. Never, like Hollywood and television showed the ignorant, defile the human being that you are about to murder with actions or words before they see their last vision of this life. A Clean kill. A pure kill. No matter who or what that person was they, at the very least, deserved that respect in their last second of this life.
He had only murdered men and that was the only object of his violent nature he would let come to fruition when he was paid to exact punishment on the men he thought deserved such abominal actions that he would carry out on them. He had learned in the Marines, there are some people that needed to die. But the reason he had separated himself from the Marines some ten years ago was he started not agreeing with the people he was commanded to terminate. Asking the simple question, "Why?" was not an option when he was a Marine. And he didn't like that. He didn't like that at all. He liked killing, no check that, he loved killing. But what he didn't like at all was the fact in the military he didn't have reason, he didn't have choice. Choice was what made all the difference in the world to him as far as what he was very good at, murdering...(to be continued)
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