What Does It Take to Kill?

What does it take to kill?

The thought resounded about my blank mind almost as loudly as my voice against these concrete walls.

What does it take to kill?

I thought it over.

For some, it only takes a dagger in hand and a chest full of rage. For others, all it takes is a misplaced pill, dropped in a drink. For the professionals, all it takes is a wad of cash. For not so professionals it might only take a gun. Even for the lesser, it might only take one needle too many, or one pill too few.

A part of me pondered why I was haggling myself like this. Why ask?

But all the same, the question bounced about my mind.

What does it take to kill?

What does it take to kill?

I paused.

What did it take for me to kill?

I sighed.

Such atrocities had been committed. A mother, child, a pensioner and a father. A whole family. My friends. Slaughtered. And all it took, all it took for me to kill, had been three bottles of beer.

And some car keys.

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Credits to: Mr_Halloween