Raw Meat's Redemption

The neon lights flickered above the dimly lit alleyway, casting eerie shadows that seemed to dance and whisper secrets. Raw Meat stood there, a silhouette against the night, his breath visible in the cold air. His hands were clenched at his sides, fingers white from the pressure of his grip. The street was empty, but his mind was a storm, the tempest of memories he had tried so hard to suppress.

“You have only 24 hours to live,” the voice had said, cold and metallic, cutting through the silence. Raw Meat's heart raced. He had been given a choice: kill or be killed. And now, he was the one who had to make that choice.

He had always been the one to kill. It was his job, his existence. But now, the tables had turned, and he was the one in the crosshairs. He had to kill someone, or he would be the one to die. But who? And why?

Raw Meat's mind raced back to his childhood, to the day his father had shown him the first body. It had been an accident, they had said. But Raw Meat knew better. His father had been a hitman, and Raw Meat had been his apprentice. They had been a team, a family of death.

“He loves her dearly, but she is the person he must kill.” The words echoed in his head, a reminder of the twisted game he was now caught in. He had to kill his own sister, the woman he had once called his twin.

He had spent years running, trying to escape the life he had been born into. He had changed his name, his appearance, even his identity. But now, he was back, and the past was coming to claim him.

As he stepped into the alley, he could feel the eyes of the city watching him. The buildings seemed to lean in, eager to see what would happen next. He moved cautiously, his senses heightened, his mind racing.

He found her in the old warehouse, the same place where they had first met. The air was thick with dust and the scent of old wood. She was sitting on the floor, her head in her hands, her face pale and drawn. She looked up as he entered, her eyes wide with fear.

“You’re late,” she whispered.

“I know,” he replied, his voice steady. “But I’ve made my choice.”

He approached her slowly, the gun in his hand steady. Her eyes followed him, wide with terror. She knew what was coming, and there was nothing she could do to stop it.

“I’m sorry,” she said, her voice trembling. “I’m so sorry.”

“It’s not your fault,” he replied, his voice soft. “It’s mine.”

He raised the gun, aiming at her head. But as he pulled the trigger, something inside him broke. He couldn't do it. He couldn't kill her. He was a killer, but he wasn't a monster.

He dropped the gun, and it clattered to the floor. He took a step back, his eyes meeting hers. They were the same, the same color, the same everything. He realized then that he had never truly escaped. He was his father's son, and that meant he was a killer.

He turned and ran, the sound of his footsteps echoing through the warehouse. He didn't know where he was going, but he knew he couldn't stay. He had to leave, to run as far and as fast as he could.

He ran until he couldn't anymore, until he collapsed against the side of a building. He lay there, gasping for breath, his heart pounding in his chest. He looked up at the sky, the stars twinkling in the darkness. He had made his choice, and it had cost him everything.

But maybe, just maybe, it was the only way to truly be free.

As Raw Meat lay there, the weight of his decision pressing down on him, he realized that redemption was not about escaping his past, but about confronting it. It was about facing the darkness within himself and choosing to be the person he wanted to be, not the one he had been born to be.

The alleyway was quiet now, the neon lights having dimmed. Raw Meat closed his eyes, feeling the cold night air on his skin. He had made his choice, and now he had to live with it. He had to live with the knowledge that he had once been a killer, and that he had the power to change that.

He opened his eyes, looking up at the stars. They were still there, twinkling in the darkness, a reminder that even in the darkest of times, there was always hope.

“From now on, you are me,” he whispered to himself, a promise to the future.

And with that, Raw Meat began his journey towards redemption, a journey that would change his life forever.