For The Greater Good

His face was like any other. No guilt over the hundreds of deaths that he’d engineered. He’d never wielded the bombs; no he sent brainwashed innocents to do his dirty work. He would send them off with stories of Nirvana and rewards in the afterlife.

I convinced myself the world would be a better place without him.

I was bleeding badly. If I waited longer, I wouldn’t be able to reach safety. I had to finish it. I pulled my knife and put an end to future suffering, both his and his unseen victims.

When did I become a murderer?