Jan 30, 2006 12:47
There was a time in my life I was going to kill. I thought I was going to do it for my parents, for the way that they had to bleed out their lives in an alley for a wallet full of cash and a pearl necklace. But I was really doing it because I didn't trust the justice system, I didn't understand how hard it is for them to catch and keep these people in jail and how sometimes you have to sacrifice a smaller fish to net the one that creates the smaller fish.
I took a gun to Joe Chill's parole hearing just before I left school. I planned to kill him, I didn't care if it meant that I'd go to jail it seemed like the only thing that would make the pain go away. Luckily the choice was taken out of my hands and someone else shot Joe. It gave my friend Rachel an opportunity to show me how things really worked in Gotham, that if I could get over being so caught up in my own pain that I noticed how many others were as bad off as me maybe I could do something about it.
I threw the gun in the river and never looked back.
The answer now is I wouldn't. I will not be judge, jury and executioner. No matter how good the reasons may seem if you kill, you become those you fight against and I refuse to do that. Justice is slow sometimes but you have to believe in it, and sometimes you have to help it along.
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