It has been two grueling,awful and execrable years of my entire life working with James. Big buffed body, an enormous two-faced dragon tatooed on his right arm, dozens of ear piercings and an awful scar, slashing straight across his left eye. We have been working together for two years already, and it was never pleasant. Robbing. That's what we do. Despite the countless times of robbery that we have done and was never caught, I abhore robbing for a living, but what can I do, James own me. I have nowhere to run.

Today, James and his other mates are going to rob again. A jewellery store. He gripped my body tightly, with his index finger at my throat, ready to give me the cue to cover up for him. His sweaty palm begin to tighten around me. His sweat left wet marks smudged all over my gleaming black skin. He slipped the black mask over his face, and barged into the jewellery store.

"Stop whatever you're doing ! Put your hands on your head or I'll make sure you'll never see tomorrow again ! Now do it ! " James screamed at the customers and at the old man behind the counter. 

He pointed me at them and shock swept across their faces. Beads of sweat trickled down their foreheads, some were batting their eyelids, trying to stop themselves from crying in fear. They were scared of me, scared that I would scream at their faces and took their lives away from them. I am a killing machine, and I cannot deny that eventhough I cannot stand the fact that I am. I looked into James brown eyes, the glint of dark, malevolent eyes burning a hole at every terrified faces in the store. Without any hesitation, he made his way to the old man while his other mates watched the other customers like a hawk.

"Put every single cent and every single jewel in this bag now, you stupid old geezer. Do it or I'll shove this revolver down your throat," James hissed , showing no mercy to the old man.

The old man looked at me and gulped in fear and quickly did as he was told. I felt empty. One look at me and I could send dozens of people running for their lives away from me. Terror was engraved in every single victim's eyes who stands before me. I glanced across the store. Innocent people are invovled and their lives depended on me. If James's finger made a little slip, I could sent one soul away from this living world. Suddenly, a young lad came charging towards James with a baseball bat in his hands, and without a moment, James tightened his grip on me and let his finger slip. 

" BANG! "

Right infront of me, a body laid still in a pool of thick and red blood. The eyes of the victim was still wide opened, and I could feel his eyes was staring straight into me. I have taken away someone's happiness, someone's loved one. Someone's life. It happened again. I have killed someone again, but I guess that was what I was made for. 

I am a Colt M1917 revolver, a six-shot revolver of 45 ACP calibre. I defend and kill people for a living. I am a killing machine, a non-living monster who sets terror run down people's spine. It has been two awful years working for James. Defending him and taking away people's liffe upon his own liking. James owns me, but I own his life.