Gateway

This is a fanfiction based on the Open Window Project article.

Prologue
February 2nd, 1989

"Yes! It appears that this is the last Soviet column is leaving Kabul, the Soviet Occupation of Afghanistan is over!" Mark Allen, a 52 year old man with gray hair and crows feet, switched his small Sony TV off with his remote; and placed it on the small table that was near his chair and next to his silenced M1911. Outside on the cold Philadelphia streets, cars and people went by like little flashes of light to Allen; some playing music on their beatboxes (Damn kids), others reading newspapers about current events around the world.

Mark grabbed his gun, and pressed the reloading button on the side of the handle. There was one bullet in the clip, exactly what he needed for his current task. He put the clip back into the pistol, and sighed deeply and sorrowfully. ''This is really how it's going to end? After years of serving your country in secret and saving countless of lives all around the world, you're going to blow your brains all over the floor of your shitty town house? ''Mark put the silencer's barrel directly againist his head, calmly holding the trigger and waiting for right time to end it all.

What are you doing, son, Mark's long dead father called to him, ''why are you trying to do this again? This is not what I raised you to be, son; you are so stronger than this. ''The pistol began to shake as he thought, reconsidering his current view of his nightmares and memories; and the thoughts began to attack his fear. You can't live anymore like this, Mark, he told himself, ''you can't. You're going to go insane before you even kick te bucket. ''In his side, Mark's death wish and Mark's will to survive fought an all out battle for control, trying to convice him to do what each feeling felt.

''Pull the trigger! Don't do it son! ''Mark felt himself pulling back on the trigger slowly. ''DON'T DO IT SON!! ''He pulled back on the trigger as hard as he could, and he closed his eyes as hard as he could; waiting for his conciousness to flood away. But nothing happened.