What Lies In The Hearts Of Men?

"First of all...no more guns, They are the weapons of a coward and you don't need them, you're not using them anymore if you want my help." Eris said as she fired up the old boiler to a blazing hot temperature. She and Justin had gathered in the basement of the flats they had turned into a bit of an HQ, The grime on the walls and floors steam cleaned off as best as possible, all his equipment including the safe moved down here. Eris and Justin were at ends on how to handle the situation, but he wasn't taking it well.

"DO you have any idea how hard it is for an eighteen year old to get his hands on this much hardware in this day and age?" He said clutching the Israel mad Dessert Eagle in his hand, I'm keeping this, the Thompson, The Mauser, The M1911 and my swords." He said as he laid them out on a table under the frosted glass window, "They're rare and highly collectible!"

"You're gonna stop using them at the very least." Eris replied as she she sent a AR-15 into the inferno of the furnace, "Coward's weapon the AR, it's been used by cowards to easily mow down so many people, so in the fire it goes."

"Fine, you have a point there, Toss the other hand guns in too....even the Derringer's can go in peace." Justin said as he held a few knives in his hands and tucked them into their sheathes. "Some of these are Gerber MK II or older brand knives...I promise I'll use them as a utility first a weapon only when absolutely necessary." HE pleads but Eris has her doubts about it.

"Your not trained where someone is more likely to die bleed from blade wounds." She says as more guns go up in smoke, the bullets will be anonymously dropped off in a drive to revive guns and ammo with amnesty and no names. Why the guns themselves go up in flames is to cleanse his soul somewhat. "You've committed the ultimate offense, you do have some blood on your hands you know? in some cases others have blood on their hands for helping you."

"It was my other personalities that did that, the real me...deep down, is sick of killing, but not afraid to fight." He says as he shows her how serious he is, the precious Tommy that he was so protective of is chucked in with a Remington Pump action and a SPAZ-12. An antique weapon that once served on the front-lines of the world wars, in the hands of police and thugs alike, and he just torched it.

"Never again, no more hiding behind the masks of those who kill, Either they go...or I do." Now it's not about torching guns. She hands him the shadows red tie and suit, V's mask and cape, and the others like them. He holds them delicately in his arms, looking into those blank eyes and smiling mustached face, he hears only the crackle of the flames. In they go, and they char and melt in the heat as Eris pats his shoulder gently.

"You did the right thing, I'm here to help you...Justin." She says holding him close, until the memories of the violence fade.

"Thank you." He says before looking around his domain, "we'll do it all from here, we'll need to pick up where I left off. First...there's a shipment of...women and girls, coming in from Bulgaria tonight, well start of by..."

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