The Terror Within, A Prisoner of Vengeance Excerpt
"There was a time....... when I never thought I could hurt anyone." I brushed the hair out of my eyes, and looked up at him with a sad smile, my own words affecting me even more than I could ever let him know.
"Hurting terrorists......... that's called heroism, Darling."
He always had an answer for everything, but I didn't feel the usual persuasion this time. What if the evil I should be fighting, was the deadly weapon I was fast becoming.......?
"And what if I'm the terrorist.....?" I looked him right in the eye, unflinchingly, saying the words my mind had struggled with for weeks. He looked back, his breathing quiet, his eyes sharp and unrelenting.
"How am I not! I'm inciting..... Terror." I said exasperated, tempted to throw my hands up in frustration.
"Because I say you're not. One man's terrorist is another man's Freedom Fighter." He looked back sternly, as if in reprimand.
"You always say that, but I don't know what those words mean anymore."
He pulled me closer to