True Evil

"... every inclination of the human heart is evil from childhood." - Genesis 8:21
Staring at the television screen, George was surprised to find a movie so much like his life. He was watching the Bourne Identity, a film about a man who wakes up on a beach, devoid of all memories. He seeks his identity, and in the end, fights for the greater good.
This was almost exactly like George's life, except that George never succeeded in finding who he was. His first memory was when he wakes up in a hospital, and was informed of the fact that he was found on the shore of New York City. They asked him who he was and how he ended up on the coast of the Atlantic, but he couldn't remember a thing. He didn't even know his own name, and when a nurse found calling him the "guy who doesn't know who he is" too annoying, she decided to name him George.
Over the course of the next few years, George lived in New York, and one day, he witnessed a man getting killed by a group of gangsters. He, seeing this and the daily reports of murder, rape, and theft, decided he had to do something about this.
He joined the police to stop the crimes, and surprisingly, the training was easy for him. He became an officer in no time.
Just as George was thinking about his past, he heard his phone ring. He walked over to it and picked it up, and heard the familiar voice of his partner, John Darlington. But this time, John's voice had a somber tone instead of the usual down-to-business one.
John said only one sentence, "Our friend Emma is dead."
George, shocked, dropped the phone and knelt to the floor. Emma was his current girlfriend and the best friend he has had since he joined the cops. She had helped him through difficult times, and she and her partner Alice had even saved him and John from an insane murderer.
After the shockwave passed, he went to the police station, and demanded that he be given permission to investigate the case. No one except John knew that Emma was George's girlfriend; they thought she was just a friend. The police chief, seeing no personal matters in the case, allowed George on the case.
Weeks passed, and George eventually found cases linked to that of Emma's death. He investigated those murders until he found himself in an abandoned house on Long Island. As he and John entered the house, he could smell the stench of death; someone had been killed here. But mixed with the smell of a rotting corpse was a strangely familiar one, and as his eyes adjusted to the dim light, he realised that the whole house was familiar.
John continued advancing carefully as George checked the place out. Then, there was the sound of a bullet flying past George's ear, and he fell unconscious. When he woke up, a muscular man in his twenties stood before him. George stared at him, looking at his goatee and imagining what he would be like without it, which may help him recognize the man.
Just then, the man raised his right hand. George realised that the man had a knife in his hand. George reached for his gun, but it was no longer on him. He crawled backwards as the man advanced. He looked around, but John was nowhere to be found. Then, he spotted his pistol near a broken table. He picked it up and pointed it at the man.
"Drop the knife and put your hands on your head!" demanded George, but the man did not move.
"Drop the knife and put your hands on your head!" repeated George, but the man only sneered. The sneer appeared familiar to George.
"Who are you?" asked George.
"I am you," said the man in a omnious voice.
At that moment, George suddenly found himself looking at the same building, except that it was not abandoned. He looked through the eyes of his younger self. He was muscular, and had a goatee, like the man who was before him a second ago. He held the same knife as the man. As he walked into the building, a girl the same age as him opened the door. She displayed a surprised face as she saw him, and as she turned to run, the man pounced and stabbed her.
The girl cried out, and her parents emerged. The young George dropped the body of the girl, and stabbed her mother. Leaving the knife in the corpse, he then blocked an attack from the girl's father, and with his other hand, landed a punch on the father's face. The father stumbled backwards, and as he fell, the young George grabbed his neck and twisted it...
Now he was in a bank, pointing a gun at the banker.
"Open the safe!" he cried. As the banker moved slowly towards a door another edged towards the emergency button. The young George saw him and shot him in the head. The other banker tried to make a run for it, but another robber took him down and George fired bullet after bullet at him...
Now he was standing among a pile of bodies, knife in one hand, gun in the other, shouting like a man gone mad...
Now he was older, and holding a different knife as he brutally stabbed Emma...
And now he was back at the house, gun pointed at the man with the goatee- his younger self.
"I am the evil that lurks within you, one that has been hidden away," said the man, "But now, I am back."
"That's not true!" cried George, "That's impossible!"
"Search your feelings. You know it to be true," responded the man, "We, humans, are the true evil. Within every one of us lurks anger and hatred. We were born evil, each and every one of us, and you cannot deny that. Tell me, is there one person who has never hated, or has never felt angry? Is there one person you know who has never sinned in their life? Tell me, have you ever sinned?"
"Nooooooooo!" cried George as he fired a bullet into the man with the goatee.
==EPILOUGE==
THE NEXT DAY
John walked into the abandoned house, where he was knocked out and thrown into the ocean. He stepped into the building for a second time.
"What happened?" asked John in his down-to-business voice. Then, an officer appeared, carrying the body of George.
"Your partner's gone crazy," said the officer, "We had to put him down."
"You killed him, you son of a bitch!" yelled John, and he shot the officer in the chest.
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