Jules Winnfield

"The path of the righteous man is beset on all sides by the inequities of the selfish and the tyranny of evil men. Blessed is he who, in the name of charity and good will, shepherds the weak through the valley of the darkness. For he is truly his brother's keeper and the finder of lost children. And I will strike down upon thee with great vengeance and furious anger those who attempt to poison and destroy my brothers. And you will know I am the Lord when I lay my vengeance upon you."

       

Out of habit I recite these words, as I point my gun at the man in front of me. "Trust me," I say to the man who is trying to rob me, "you don't wanna go through with this." I watch his face as he slowly realizes I will not back down, and then he turns back and runs a different way from where he came. I pick up my wallet from the ground, laughing to myself at how ridiculous it was. Twice in one day, I thought. I am the shepherd, I am the righteous man, maybe that shit is the truth. I used to think that I was the righteous man who carried out vengeance to those Marcellus Wallace ordered me to. That I was doing the right thing by killing and retrieving whatever he wanted. My life was spared twice today. And in my line of work, that must mean something. Maybe God is looking out for me, despite all the crazy stuff I've done.
Today's activities left me wondering, If I really was either the righteous man, the shepherd, or the evil man. How does one separate good men from bad? I used to think that since I was disposing of the evil men, that made me better than them. But what if God is out there? What if he is looking out for me? Watching me make my mistakes, killing these men, reciting the Bible as if it were my own. Vincent didn't understand that I couldn't find the answer, not while still working for Marcellus.


I stopped running when my lungs started burning and my legs began to give out. Making sure he didn't follow me, I started heading home. I pulled my hood up and tucked my gun underneath my shirt into the waistband of my jeans, trying my best to blend in. I was so stupid thinking that I could just take someone on like that. Even more stupid of me to not realize who I was trying to rob, Jules Winnfield. How ironic, I thought. I had wanted to steal a couple hundred bucks to start paying Marcellus back, and give me some more time to stall. But the man I had planned on robbing worked for him. No doubt he will go tell Marcellus, and then Marcellus will send even more men after me. As I turned onto my street, I couldn't help but feel something was off. There were more people out than usual, mostly unfamiliar faces. I shrug it off and think it's just me being paranoid.


"Yo Marcellus, I had a little run in with a friend of yours. I'm on my way now to clean this mess up."
I hang up right as I'm approaching this "friends" street. I can see Marcellus already sent a few men, whom I recognized were walking on the sidewalks or sitting on benches looking right at home. I parked my car farther down the street, just in case he recognized who I was. It doesn't take me long to walk a few blocks and reach his house. Breaking in is no problem either. I make sure I'm home alone before going and waiting for my friend to arrive.