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Jul. 29th, 2005 04:24 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
seymoureMickey didn’t really join in much of the party that followed.
He had planned and carried out the murder of a man. It was indeed the man who would have ended all life on Earth, but it was still a man.
Eleven year old boys shouldn’t be involved in the death of another human.
No matter how he looked at it, there was no reason to drink punch and dance and sing.
His mother came into the darkened living room and sat beside the boy.
“You were brilliant back there, kiddo,” She told him. “The first time I was in a battle I cried for an hour afterward. And it was just fighting, nobody died.”
“How can it be a good thing for someone to die?” Mickey asked with tears in his eyes.
“You know the idea of the lesser of two evils?” She asked him. He didn’t answer.
“If you were ever to be happy about killing someone, then I would worry about you,” She told him. “They,” She went on, “Are celebrating the victory, not the death. The victory of life over death. Wouldn’t you say that was worth a little party?”
“Guess,” He admitted, but he didn’t cheer up in the least.
“What’s important is that I have never seen anybody handle the planning and combat the way you did,” She said.
“Really?”
“Stonedragon said you are a natural General.”
“Huh?”
“He said you were a genius in tactics,” She told him in complete sincerity.
“Wow,” He said with a small amount of positive feeling creeping into his dour countenance.
“They are waiting for you to make an appearance,” She said, taking his chin in her hand and pulling his face up to look to her.
His took a deep breath.
“They put themselves on the line behind your plans, you owe them.”
He sat back on the couch and sighed.
“I owe them?”
“They put their lives at risk . . .”
He jumped up, “Alright, alright. I’ll go.”
She smiled and stood.
“By the way, they have presents . . .”
He looked pleased.
“And they will expect a speech.”
Everything resembling happy flew out of his face.
“See you down there, honey.” She said and giggled as she went out the front door.
If he had known what the "present" was, he wouldn’t have been anywhere as prickly about going.
The present would change his life and future forever.
© 2005 by C. Wayne Owens
