Jason lay awake in his bed, thinking about his life. He could tell it was going to end soon, he could feel it in his old aching bones. He rubs his eyes with his hands, and looks around, all the painting, all the gold and all the jewels, all of them illgotten goods, stolen or bought with money stolen from others, some even bought from the death of those they were trying to save. Then he got out of bed and went to the bathroom, looking at himself in the mirror. He didn't look like he did 22 years ago when he founded the LPS, he looked more rugged, older, more worn, maybe even more handsome, but he looked at himself like some sort of monster for the first time. He looked back to his past, how it started, a 16 year him breaking into the hoses of the rich. Once he was found out while robbing, he was about to call the police, but he shot the person, he didn't know if it was a man or a woman, he just ran before somebody came to check the place after the gunshot. It was then he realized that America was in trouble, it was towns were run by guard forces the acted like they were martial law, everybody had to watch what they said or risk death, give birth to children they didn't want, money was being poured into the military, guns were anywhere and everywhere, and innocent children were forced to work slave labor, and people were forced to work for scraps to get away from their old place of home. He knew it needed change, but it took him two years to notice he WAS the change that it needed, he formed the LCS, and slowly it grew, helping some, but never enough to make a real change, cuasing more trouble than help, and he just noticed it now. He sat down at his desk, and wrote out his final will, leaving everything the LPS, then went back to bed, not waking up the next mourning, and dying in his sleep, but in his sleep, he made peace in a dream. Messiah leading the LCS to victory, leading America into a liberal future, a better future, and he was at peace before he died, and for the first time in a very long time, he smiled, and he died with that smile on his face.
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Topic: Peace in pain (An LCS short story) (Read 1903 times)