The smell of blood and the screams of the dying for reasons unknown, and the hatred of rival families re-entered my head as I walked through the street were the last riot happened. No one could recall what started the riot, or why it happened. That’s how it works. Two people start fighting, and then everyone starts killing each other, just because they were raised to hate.
No one knows why these two families have such a strong hatred for each other, or what monstrous act started this ongoing feud. Whatever happened, it caused these two families to act like inhumane savages towards one another. Not only that, but it has led to the bloodshed of innocent people and has disturbed the peace that I long for. My job is to keep the peace within this town, but how is peace possible when a simple insult can lead to a bloodbath?
Neither the Montagues or the Catapults can see reason, for all they care about is being better than the other. They are so arrogant that when I proposed that they should just end this whole feud between each other, they just looked at me bewildered, and took me for madmen. I remember them saying things like “If it were only that easy” or “What do you mean forget it.” For them, hating each other is as important as breathing, eating, and sleeping. It’s what makes Montagues and Capulets Montagues and Capulets.
But what can be done? They won’t hear reason, and they are too stubborn to fix anything on their own. Maybe it’s time to take another approach to this problem. While they might not answer to me, they will answer to the law. Perhaps the only way to put them into line is force. Some people are unable to change, because their stubbornness and arrogance are so entwined in their hearts they cannot change. In a way they are as a boulder. The only way to get a boulder to move is if you physically force it to move with all your strength and might. The Montagues and Capulets are alike. The only way to stop this is through force. And the only way that I can force them, is by threatening them with their life.
Public execution, however seems too heavy of a penalty for anyone to bear. What gives the right for a man to take the life of another man? But what if I don’t? My responsibility is to the people. If I just stand by like everyone else does, then I will have failed everyone. But if I do carry this plan out, at what price? Suddenly, a servant darts in, panting, clearly out of breath.
He hastily stuttered “It’s happening again! The Montagues and the Capulets. They’re doing it again.” I quickly ask for directions and go to where he points to. As I neared the scene, I could hear the screams, the cries, and the yells of two common enemies. As I arrived, I was shocked at what I saw. Men drawing their swords, striking of one another. The streets reeked from the smell of blood and sweat. I could feel their lust for blood and death, the pleasure they felt as they struck each other to the ground, the grins on their faces. To them it was all a game, a game to prove their better, a game where they will willingly sacrifice the lives of innocents.
As the sun grew hotter, I could feel my heart beating faster, as I noticed my fists were clutched, and my muscles were tense. I could feel the rage flowing through my blood, like a beast trying to escape its cage. My disappointment and anger could not be overstated at this particular moment, as I came to a conclusion of what I must do. They had had enough changes, it’s time to act, and settle things once and for all. And it’s time for one last warning.