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Blood and Blood (first point of view)

Angel was young, of medium height, and very muscular. He was very intelligent. That is why he never left a clue behind to indicate his presence when he robbed a house. Yes, he was a robber, and that night his black hair and black outfit seemed to melt in the darkness. His figurine would move smoothly in the shadows, under the pooring rain. The night was to his advantage, for the thunderstorm had chased away any possible witnesses. He was thinking as his deep brown eyes were checking the muddy path leading to his way in. He was to enter a side window, on the second floor, and silently "do justice" (in his terms).

Angel robbed the rich. He did it to help the poor, to fight in his own way injustice, and to help people. He would, after a robbery, give money or possessions to the old in his neighborhood, to widows, and orphanages, and orphans "on the street". He would help people by justly taking back what others had gained by taking advantage of the poor.

He had chosen his path in life, and his young taste for adventure allowed him to take many risks. Wasn't he doing the right thing? Shouldn't society be a place where people help each other (and not take advantage of others)?

Angel thought of all of this while he was reaching for his rope and grapplin hook. He used his dexterity to throw the tool as it "cling"ed to it's destination: the openned window. The thunderstorm was becoming harsher. Lightning bolts would strike from time to time, as if calling the dead to witness justice being made...

But Angel wasn't concentrated that night. His thoughts were mainly on his brother, Dwaine, who was a police officer like their father had been. Angel couldn't understand how Dwaine could choose to submit himself to a system that he knew was wrong. Why would he conciously emprison himself in a system set by others centuries ago?

Angel's eyes caught a blue figure underneath. It was a police officer of medium height, and whose gun was in his hand. The man was ready to shoot. The officer had just turned around the corner. Angel's spine made him tremble. He didn't want this, but somehow he knew it would happen one day. Did he really have a choice?

As soon as the semi-automatic baretta was pulled from the back of his tight pants, Angel aimed. A lightning bolt struck at about that time. He was aiming at Dwaine, hard to recognize under his blue service cap. But Angel saw his brother. How could he shoot? All of this happened in just a few seconds. Dwaine turned, and that fatal night Angel's heart shouted his brother's name. But the bullet was faster then the movement of Angel's pure lips....

Ryan Kazemi

Perhaps the second part of the story ? Blood and Blood (second point of vue)