The first time Will saw a gun, he knew that was what he would want to hold forever in his hands.
His father, just returning from war, couldn’t be prouder of his son.
“I wanna be like you! Fighting all the bad guys with my gun! Bang bang!” William said, happily, pretending to hold a gun on his little hands and making the movement of a shooting gun. His father laughed and nodded as his mother watched them from the kitchen, worry on her expression.
“That’s my boy… You will kill all the bad boys and make daddy very proud” he said and kissed Will’s head, the boy beaming and grinning with excitement.
“I will make you proud daddy! I will!”
“I don’t like war movies” Celine whined as she leaned against Damien. He shrugged.
“Yeah I know but William loves them for some reason” he said and Mark chuckled.
“He just likes guns, like every American I guess” he shrugged as well and hummed happily, laying on Celine’s lap. The three of them were in the back of the bed as they watched the movie, with William sitting in front of the three of them, eyes fixated in the movie. How accurate their movements were. What was their strategy.
He just loved it all so much.
“He seems… possessed” Mark mumbled and Damien frowned, slapping his friend’s head while Celine bit her bottom lip, worriedly.
“Not possessed but… I don’t like this excessive love” she mumbled and Damien rolled his eyes.
“You two worry too much. He just likes it. It’s not like he is going to the army any time soon. Don’t worry” he said and the two looked at the smartest of the group. “Probably just some extreme love for the movies, it’s alright”
It was alright.
“I am going to the army!”
Mark spit his drink. Celine’s burger fell from her hand. Damien stared at Will is shock.
“What?!” the politician choked out, making Will frown before he grinned widely.
“I was accepted as a cadet in the army! I am leaving in two months!” he said happily. “I don’t know where my first mission will be in but I am so excited! Can you im-”
“You can’t go!”
Celine flinched and Mark looked at Damien slowly. The man looked completely exasperated at his friend’s happiness, his eyes wide and cheeks red in anger.
William was just confused.
“What why?” he asked, frowning. “You were one to always say to follow our dreams. And I just did it! I am going to the army!”
“Being in the army isn’t a dream!” Damien yelled back, and Celine shook her head as Mark held his friend’s hand.
“Calm down there” he said but Damien pulled his hand away and stared at Mark, making him raise his hands and look away. “Alright…”
“Why aren’t you happy for me?” Will asked, his voice breaking a bit, and Damien looked at him, fuming in anger.
“Why?! Because I also wouldn’t be happy if you were jumping off a bridge! This is suicide at its best William!” he said, his voice high pitched and weird. William’s hurt eyes slowly shut down and he furrowed his eyebrows, narrowing his eyes.
“If I wanted to die I would shoot my head, you idiot. This is my dream. This is all I have ever wanted to do. And now I am so close, all I wanted was some support from my friends”
Damien looked at him and then let out a dry and hoarse laugh.
“Support from your friends? Well then you can call me your enemy because I am never going to support this” he said and stood up, grabbing his bag. “Have a nice day, a nice two months and a nice mission. I will visit you at your grave”
Damien walked away without looking back, clearly pissed, and Celine went right after him, calling his name as Will deflated and looked down. Then, Mark held his shoulder.
“Its okay buddy. He will come to terms with it. I think it’s pretty cool”
He smiled, a little
He had never thought that shooting a real human being would be so different from shooting a practice target.
He never thought the light of someone’s eyes could really disappear once they died.
But now he knew it was all true.
His first target was dying in front of him, hand on his chest, his eyes contorting and turning almost desperately.
If he wanted to say something, it died with him.
“Cadet! Take cover!”
He didn’t hear it very well, but he did as commanded.
He laid down behind their structures and closed his eyes, the man’s face returning to his brain as if he had just do it.
He had just done it.
He had just killed a man.
And the worst yet…
It felt amazing.
The power in his hands.
The desperate fear.
He felt like throwing up.
What was happening to him?
Perhaps Damien had been right.
He shouldn’t have come.
He shouldn’t have done this.
But now it was too late.
He opened his eyes again, determined, and grabbed his gun, moving away from their covers and laughing like a maniac as he shot all the enemies he saw in front of him on his way to the other cover.
One, two, three, four, five dead.
He had never felt so alive.
“It was an accident! I swear…”
His eyes widened as Y/N fell all the way down to the other floor. He looked back at the detective, desperate, his hand trembling as he saw the pool of blood next to him. He looked at his gun and threw it away, shaking, trembling, before rushing to the stairs.
And then he saw the cane.
He looked at the door and walked to it, taking the cane that once belonged to his dear friend, holding it tight against his chest as he slowly walked down the stairs.
He was alone.
“Did I…” he mumbled, shakily, sitting on the bench next to Y/N’s body. “Did I kill them?”
Did he kill Mark?
Did he kill Damien?
Did he kill Celine?
He killed the detective.
He killed Y/N.
He held the cane tighter as his eyes teared up, a desperate feeling in his chest.
It was all his fault, wasn’t it?
Even if he hadn’t killed them, he slept with Mark’s wife. He ruined their friendship. He destroyed everything…
It was all his fault.
All his fault.
He was the wrong one.
He was the one messed up.
He sobbed, holding the cane close to himself as he curled up.
His hat fell from his head and removed his jacket angrily, throwing it away with all his patches.
He didn’t deserve them. He had killed his friends.
Then, Y/N returned.
And he laughed.
Maybe he hadn’t killed anyone after all.
“Crazy psychopath sleeps with wife of an innocent man and kills the entire family, including baby, before setting the house on fire” Wilford read, humming and rolling his eyes. “They didn’t even mention my moustache. Amateurs.”
“Do you really think that is your biggest problem Will?” Dark asked, raising his eyebrow, and Wilford shrugged.
“I don’t see the big deal, to be honest. They will come back one way or another, it just lowered the family’s rate in earth for a bit of time”
He held his gun close to his face, looking at it not to miss any detail now that he was cleaning it.
It was just as beautiful as ever.
He smirked and held it the right away, looking towards the man trapped as the aiming target on the other side of the room.