Famer's Story-writing debate tournament Round#1 Famer VS Kinesis

Caitlyn stared down at the pebbles below her own feet. Tears were streaming out of her eyes and she wasn’t able to understand exactly what is going on and wondering what it truly be like to destroy her brother. “This is so unfair! Why does my innocent brother have to be destroyed just for the better of this entire state? If he dies, how can this state even recover from these ruins? How exactly is this state going to be “destroyed” anyway?” The spirit within her remained silent, unsure of what to do. He just continued listening to her, listening to her spill all of her sadness. As the spirit contained no emotion, he was unsure how to react. Should he be sad? Should be cry, but then again, can spirits even cry? Should he be trying to sympasize with her? Tears continued streaming down her face and had a mixture of emotions. She was angry for a moment, and then that anger turned into terror, and then to overwhelming sadness. It was difficult to even understand her own emotions. “Jonathon… Oh my dear brother Jonathon…” she mumbled to herself. “Do you really have to die just for the good of this entire state? You did nothing wrong in your entire life. Does a sister really have to kill her own brother? Is this what the world has come to?” At this point, the spirit began losing his patience. “Do you plan on destroying him or not?” He said to her mind. “Don’t let your ridiculous emotions hinder your actions.” “I have a plan, dear spirit, and you have to believe me that it will work” She said to herself, directing it to the spirit. “Speak” he responded. “10 years ago, my brother and I ran away from our house during the snow. We just came back from preschool. We were such innocent kids at that time. We did nothing wrong, our parents did nothing wrong.” The spirit was completely bewildered with what she was saying. It made no sense to him, even when he tried to read her mind, the thoughts she was having at this moment are all over the place. “Our parents were murdered. We walked home, and both called out their names to say we were home and we wanted to show them our colouring-in work of a giraffe and bunny. We also wrote the words ‘love mommy and daddy’ on the bottom of sheets with cute drawings of love hearts. But, our parents were dead, with multiple gunshot wounds all over there body. There was a huge amount of blood all over the ground. As I look back at it now, it appears they were tortured with shots to non-vital organs before their untimely death.” The spirit continued listening to this most peculiar story, totally forgetting about the plan. “So then, we ran away from home, because we were scared about our own lives. We ran and we ran. Even though it was snowing heavily, we still ran, just to get away from the place where our parents were murdered. Then, after a while, we were simply too tired to run anymore, and we didn’t even know where we were. We just hugged each other to try and keep warm. One hour passed… two hours passed… three hours passed… and then I fainted. We woke up in a hospital, where we were later adopted by a rich family. Our host mother and father were very kind, but we still missed our own parents. We lived in a mansion that was so big that sometimes we got lost within our own home during the first few weeks. Together, we formed up a plan that we would both study hard to become lawyers, and make sure justice is out there for everyone. My brother was also a very bright child you know. He was the smartest child in his class, and usually topped the class in all the tests. Because of this, you know, living in such a good environment and achieving such good marks, it was responded by a lot of jealousy from his peers. There was a boy in particular that was jealous to the point that he began bullying Jonathon. He was sick of Jonathon’s close-to-perfect life. He teased him with horrible names. I remember some of the being ‘Poo-faced Jonathon’, ‘stupid cheating rich boy’, ‘lucky-to-be-alive-orphan’. That boy wants Jonathon dead. If there is anyone out there who should kill Jonathon, it should be him. His name is Richard. Richard should be the one destined to kill my brother if that is the necessary course of action. Have Richard kill him.” The spirit remained there, saying nothing, making no response. He didn’t know what to do after hearing such a strange story. “Do you understand me dammit??!” She shouted. “Yes, of course I understand. Where can I meet this Richard kid? Responded the spirit “He lives on York street. It’s down that at that street. Turn right, walk for about 5 minutes and turn right again. His number is 38. Get him to kill my brother. I couldn’t possibly do something so evil to my precious brother. Do you understand me?” “Why, of course I do” responded the confused spirit. Well what are you going to…” Caitlyn reached towards her handbag and retrieved her mirror she uses for makeup. She held onto the mirror, smashed it to the ground. The mirror shattered to two half mirrors. She took the larger half of the mirror, and started at her own reflection. “I’ll meet you later then Jonathon. I do look forward to seeing you again.” She said. “What? What is this supposed to mean?” The spirit asked her. “What…” She lowered the mirror, downwards, towards her stomach, and lunged it straight towards her intestines. The sharp ends of the mirror, treated like a knife, pierced straight through her stomach. She had just committed suicide. Her face remained lacking with emotion as she fell onto the ground, to allow herself to rest her body, on the rocky ground. “What the bloody hell is going on?” Said the spirit. “What the bloody hell… Now I have to use this Richard kid to end this total chaos?”