Chapter 89 The Great Hunt 10 (2/2)

”Stay back...” John said with a slightly trembling voice while he drew his white pistol from his belt holster and pointed straight at Mouro. John's hands were trembling and so he was unable to aim properly.

”You killed me John...” Mouro ignored the weapon aiming at him and just stepped ahead. ”It doesn't matter how many lives you save, it doesn't matter how many lives you don't take...it won't change the fact that you are a cold-hearted murderer...”

John felt unusually disturbed and unable to control his emotions and thoughts. ”I did what I had to do. You gave me no choice by trying so hard to kill me.”

”That's what they all say at the first time...” Mouro coldly smiled as he took a step forward. ”That's exactly what I said at the first time I killed, and look what I had became. You, John, are going to be same. Accept it, there's no way around.”

Mouro clutched the pistol and helped John steadied the aim and pressed the muzzle at his heart. ”Go on, accept it. You. Just. Have. To. Shoot.” Mouro had a manically and dark smile plastered at his face.

”No...” John's finger hovered over the trigger. ”I-I-I...it was an accident...”

”Yes, indeed...” Mouro nodded, but then his smile deepened. ”With me it was an accident, but what about those Syndicate soldiers....don't tell me it was an accident as well.”

”No...” John shook his head in denial. ”They had to die....they did terrible things....”

”Are you saying....that as long as you deem someone had to die, you can kill. Is that it? Are you implying that you are the judge and the executioner of the universe? Who are that can so easily decide who dies and who lives!?”

”No, that's not it!”

”Then what is it? Tell me, I'm very curious...”

”I.....I....I don't.....know.” John's voice quivered as he spoke. He lowered his head and stared at the ground.

When he was helping Peri and killed the Syndicate soldiers he was acting on his own sense of justice. He killed those people because he thought they deserve it after they razed a whole Floran colony to the ground and even planned to sell the Floran kids to the Miniknog.

”As I thought...” Mouro released his hand from John's pistol and took a few steps backward creating some distance between them. ”You are no hero, John. So just stop acting as one. Accept what you really are....and then....you will finally find peace in your conflicted heart.”

Mouro took a pistol from out of nowhere and pointed at John.

John was still confused and disturbed by the conversation that he didn't even lift his head to look at Mouro.

*Bang*

*Clang*

Metal shards flew from the armor that was located John's back as a bullet hit the place.

”Urgh...” John groaned in pain as he fell on the ground. Even though the bullet was unable to pierce the armor plate, it had enough strength behind it to make a dent in the armor and even make some shards fly away.

He unblinkingly stared at Mouro that had a eerie and mad smile on his face.

”It's time for you to pay for your sins...” He spoke in a calm and steady tone.

*Bang*

*Puchi*

John was once again shot. This time he was shot exactly at the same place of the last bullet, which rendered the armor useless as the bullet penetrated and lodged itself right inside John's lower abdomen.

Blood mixed with metal shards splattered.

”Damnit!” John fell on his knees and cursed as he pressed his hand on the wound to stop the bleeding.

His vision started to get darker as seconds passed. He struggled to maintain his eyes open.

John saw Mouro crouching by his side and looking directly at his eyes.

”There's no heroes in this world, John....neither there are villans....there are only ideologies...think carefully, what is your true desire, and how far are going to go to earn it? A single answer might be all you need to clear the doubts in your heart....”

Those were the last words John heard before his consciousness fell into darkness.