Author's note: I originally rated this story as M. However, I've decided FOR NOW to have it rated as T. I will change it again, if need be.
Discliamer: I do not own Persona. Atlus and their parent Index Corp. does.
December 18, 2011
It had all led to this. A gun to a person's head.
The person holding the gun was angry, angry as hell. Angrier than any person in their right mind should have been. But that was it. Who could say the individual holding the gun was in his right mind anymore.
The person on the receiving end was broken, broken because he tried to end the world. Almost would have gotten away with it too, if it hadn't been for those meddling kids. Now he was sitting there, with his gun, HIS GUN, in his face by some punk who didn't understand what the rules were.
To be sure, the punk's friends didn't agree with him. In fact, another gun was pointed at the punk. The person holding it had logically explained if the broken man had died, 2 seconds later the punk would be dead as well. They WOULD not miss.
The punk didn't care; he was angry, angry that the broken man broke his oath. To serve and protect. All because he wanted to be a damned cowboy. Just have a badge and a gun. Angry because the broken man's "game" nearly cost the life some months back of some bitch who in the scheme of things, probably would have left the punk anyway. Girls and women always leave. When you need them most, they leave for what they think is better.
"Please don't do this." The bitch told the punk. Maybe she wasn't a bitch, not really, but she was of the betrayer type. Love 'em and when they're useless, leave 'em. That's what the broken man knew so well.
Indeed he really wasn't that broken, a little in body, and a little in spirit, but what really was broken about him was the fact that the world wasn't going to end. He was still gonna have to live in it. Until the punk picked up the gun.
"You want the end so bad, then I'll give it to you. It's no less than you deserve. You just shouldn't have tried to take the world down with us."
"DON'T!" his best friend had told him. "We've won. He can't harm us anymore. He can't harm HER anymore."
"Yu really believe that?" he told his friend. "He wanted to end the world as we know it and I'm not fine."
"Bro," another friend said. "You're gonna make a huge mistake." "NO! The mistake was letting this asshole run around with a badge and a gun. You KNEW she was in here. You could have rescued her, but drunk on your 'power' you decided 'let's play a game'. Well, guess what, ADACHI-SAN you frickin' lose."
"Do it then, pull the trigger. You'll be dead anyway." Adachi says. "Just ask yourself one thing, Waldo. Was she worth it? Was she worth dying for?"
Charles Waldo's smile went wolfish, "it's kill or be killed, Tohru. The law of the Wild West."
"I'm sorry, Yuki."
Charles pulled the trigger.