Nobody Kills You But Me
I looked through the binoculars, peering through the jungle at the terrorist prison camp. Through the guards and behind closed doors was Sterling, my best friend. I’d been tracking him down for six weeks. I’d killed 17 people so far, and sold all of my possession to fund the search. It had changed me more than any experience in my entire life.
I took a deep breath and crept towards the prison. I threw my last two grenades and killed the guards outside. Diving through the window, I drew my Magnum and killed another two who were torturing Sterling. I woke him up.
“Pat, holy shit. You saved me.”
“Of course I did. I hate you. I couldn’t let someone else kill you. Nobody kills you, but me.”