Way of Duty

by Rb


Caution-DO NOT READ unless you've read #30.

Marco stood in the graveyard, solemn.

In front of him was a monument to a dead woman, whose body was lost in a raging storm, never to be recovered. Or so they think, he thought bitterly.

The monument was for his mother.
 

* * *

How can they understand the pain? How can they understand the sorrow of having . . . of having to destroy your mother?
 

* * *

Two figures watched his slim body stand straight in front of the monument.

"Do you think he'll be okay?" asked one.

< I hope so, > answered the other.
 

* * *

Why do they all underestimate me? I could do it. I could have destroyed that scum without remorse . . . because I had to. It's my duty. I had to. I had to.

* * *

Marco was unaware of the salty tears flowing down his cheeks, hitting the dirt around him like so many raindrops.
 

* * *

I could have done it . . . I'm not the type of person that does stupid, emotional things. I'm not. I'm Mr. Ruthless. I
see point A to point B. I . . . I don't let feelings get in the way of duty. They're useless baggage . . .
 

* * *

The first figure looked admiringly at Marco. "Whatever you say about him, he has amazing strength of will."

< How so? >

"How would you like to be in a position where you have to destroy your mother . . . or the world?"

The reply came bitterly. < I never had a mother to destroy. >

"How would you like to be in a postion where you had to destroy one of your friends . . . or the world?" the first
figure challenged. The second figure looked away.

* * *

I don't want to have to go through this again. It's too much to handle. It's . . . I can't do this anymore. I have to
decide. Is she alive, or is she dead? Do I still have my hopes of freeing her someday . . . ? Or will I be able to finally put it all behind me?
 

* * *

Marco began to tremble, as if he were sick. The two figures looked at him with concern.
 

* * *

I don't want to decide. Not yet.
 

* * *

Marco turned around, only now noticing the two figures. A slight smile crossed his face.

"Hey, guys," he said.

"Hey, Marco," Rachel smiled. Tobias fluttered by overhead.

And the three friends walked home.
 

THE END

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