The engine purred it's way to life, slowly making the car move in time with it's own rhythmic turning of the piston. The car shuddered once, presumably having been kept inactive for a long time, the sudden rush of the fuel spark providing more than enough kinetic energy for the entirety of the car to move. It was one of those classic, timeless models, looking as beautiful as ever, with it's engine still running smoothly although there had been quite a few years on this model now. Ray tapped it into the first gear, and slowly lowered the accelerator, allowing the car to start moving at a steadier pace first, then stepping on the accelerator and relatively rocketing forward, making his way towards the docks whereupon he had to collect the shipment from. The docks weren't too far away, but what was on Ray's mind, ironically, was the legality of such an undertaking. Sure, he was technically doing the people good by getting rid of these money minded fake enthusiasts, but at the same time, was there a certain sense of ethicality in what he had done? What regarded his ethicality anyway? Giving a completely faith based support, the ethicality was often judged by society. With this thought process prevalent, Ray drifted off into deep thought again.
"Ethics may be defined as, the basic concepts and fundamental principles of human right conduct which includes the study of universal value. Ethics deal with the question of what is morally right or wrong. These orals deal not only with your business life but also our personal life. There are ethical lenses which include virtue theory, utilitarian and deontological theory. Virtue theory is dealing mainly with the character of a person. This theory emphasizes one’s character not he obligations or duties that are expected of them. Virtues are qualities that virtually morally good and desirable in a person. Utilitarian usually answers the question “What one ought to do in a situation.” A utilitarian may answer this question with the statement that individual should do whatever is the greater good for everyone involved. Utilitarian often involves accessing the consequences of one’s actions and what will resolve in the best interest of all involved. Deontological theory relates to ethics as a duty rather than a moral responsibility. But all these theories are prevalent in social conduct itself, and therefore, it is not up to a person anymore to judge upon themselves as to what their own ethics should be. Then why do we allow society to crumple us?
As children, we were taught by our parents that it is wrong to lie, cheat, and steal. As we grow up and enter into the real world with some knowledge of right and wrong, we see, first hand, the importance of ethics as well as its complexity. However, the individual may or may not choose to disregard the societan morality in question, with the only repercussion being gaining the mistrust of the society itself, and possibly, in lieu with actions, reprimandation to an effect. How in the world was that supposed to stop a person from making his own set morality?
Valdemar W. Setzer said, "Ethics is not definable, is not implemental, because it is not conscious; it involves not only our thinking, but also our feeling. Not only do we need to know what ethics are, but we also need to want to act upon them. People can have the knowledge of right from wrong, but still have no desire to live and act in an ethical manner." But how is it that we know what truly is right from wrong? In my immediate society, all my actions are encouraged, not frowned upon. Hell, I was just told to kill an entirety of an organization for the simple fact that they decided to increase prices against a group of much greater respect than them themselves. And then society has the right to ramble on upon what we should follow and what we shouldn't?! How in the world does the society even come into the picture here? It's a clear undertaking of the individual's own characteristic ability to make decisions based on what he wants to experience, and therefore, the society shouldn't have a say in that." Ray looked forth out onto the road, which had smoothly curved into a narrower trail leading to the docks. He followed the trail, keeping his senses alert for the first sign of any unauthorized movement that could take place, and any potential threat that was to follow. He kept the briefcase in the shotgun seat, and drove into the dock's network of connecting various warehouses, making a beeline for the last warehouse in the line of warehouses, knowing well that it was the target as it was bustling around with heavily armed people, looking akin to a scenic villainous area. Ray parked his car at a safe distance from there, and did a quick scan of the surrounding warehouses, his eyes glinting red as he surveyed the areas from his solitary position. Finally, taking the briefcase, Ray stepped out of the car when he was completely sure that the other warehouses were empty, and that there was no available help for a long while. Ray had taken these points into consideration because Ray didn't want to get other warehouses involved in this, as he was to send a message to one group of people, and getting more than one group involved would just become slightly more annoying and there would be a lot of complexities to pay attention to. Ray walked towards the warehouse, the armored grunts acknowledging his arrival, grinning, and following him inside the warehouse, surrounding him as they waited for their leader to arrive and have a word with Ray. They believed that it was to be their payday, as they believed that apparently Nox Animus lacked the courage to do anything against them, and regardless of how many times they flouted the respect of Nox Animus the guild wouldn't attack them. Smiling unnaturally, something which visibly unnerved the group of armored guards completely surrounding him. Ray stood still in the middle of what had seemed to be a large circle, with the armored guards making a perimeter that was good enough to be about 20 meters in diameter. Soon enough, a man came through, wearing almost the same uniform as the guards, or, as their uniform suggested, "employees", however, this man's uniform was in a different color, and he had no helmet on. If Ray had to guess, he'd say that this man was the leader who'd asked to "talk" to Ray.
The leader approached him, pure scorn on his face.
"So, you're the mage Nox Animus sent to deliver the money, eh? Well, mage, don't try any funny business, since this is a neutral zone, and if you use magic here your magic would be wrested from you forever. As for Nox Animus, I was right about your guild being weak, and falling for our every demands. Heck, I'm pretty sure I could heckle you for longer. What's that in the suitcase you've got there?" There was raucous laughter from the "employees", who probably thought that this man was the funniest in Fiore. Ray stared at the man with his blood red eyes, no expression on his face, and soon enough, the man's laughter faltered and there was a pressing silence in the room. Every eye was fixated on Ray.
"I find mildly amusing that you would try and heckle us more, because we're this close to losing our patience, and in fact, I was the one who had to calm Zenneth down. After all, you wouldn't want one of the strongest mages in all of Fiore to come after you, do you? However, I, who'd agreed to give you something extra for the lacrima, was against giving you money. Who in their right mind would pay double for something of that sort? However, since you'd done us a favor, I've come to repay it in kind. I've come to make you an offer you cannot refuse. In this suitcase I carry, there is the earlier amount of money, and two lacrima with lost magics that happened to be in my possession. I would like all of you to retreat into the office, since, let's face it, your leader isn't a man to be trusted, and I'm sure you wouldn't want your hard earned money to go to waste in such a waste. I cannot even use magic, so if you really want to guard things against me, keep one employee with me who can collect his money later. Until and unless you want to lose out on money, and possible Lost Magics. After all, the leader would only give the lost magics to those whom he thinks is better than the rest, and I'm pretty sure each one of you feels that way. I'll be here, next to the truck carrying the shipment, since I don't trust you enough to leave and expect the shipment home.", his tone was chilly, and with just the slightest hint of a threat. However, his speech had worked. All the employees had begun looking at their master, it dawning on them that if he could dupe a guild, he could definitely dupe them out of their money. Ray threw the suitcase at the leader, who caught it, a cold fury on his face. He had realized that the mage had just ruined his reputation in front of his own workers. However, he turned around, and walked towards his office, prompting the other employees to follow him too. One employee stayed behind, with his back towards Ray, making sure he wasn't going to escape. There was an unnerving smile on Ray's face.
What happened next happened very fast. Ray heard the murmur increase as they opened the suitcase, looking at the money, and the two explosives wrapped, which would begin glowing at this point. Knowing he didn't have much time, Ray pulled out the silky string he'd taken earlier, and daintily slipped it around the guard's neck from behind, like a little girl, before giving it a yanking throttle as he placed his foot on the man's back, the string digging into his throat. The man thrashed about, and soon enough, like a fish on the hook, went limp, however, he had now lost control of his bowels, and his clothes were wetting as Ray removed the string and walked towards the truck, leaving his dead body in the same spot. He jumped into the truck, and reached underneath the wheel, finding the ignition cord and the fuelspark cord, connecting them, causing the truck to come to life. He looked at the office, since he was at the level of an open window, and smiled at the Leader, who'd just begun to realize what was going on, the fear of a thousand men imprinted upon his face. Ray gunned the truck just as the office exploded, the screams of the dying men tuning out any other noise, but to him, it was just sweet music. He was laughing, laughing in a way that could only be termed insane, as he sped away from the warehouse, the lacrima shipment in the container behind him rattling slightly due to the explosion.
The trip back home was pretty short, as Ray's adrenaline had rushed to his mind, unable to make him think, and made him drive faster and more recklessly. So much blood on one spot. So much blood. It'd been a treat, a treat for Ray to have killed so many people all at once. He reached the manor, driving into the garage, and parking the truck there, and walked toward's Zenneth's office, his walk a little faster than usual. He came into the office without knocking, and stated simply, his tone as chilly as ever,
"The job is done. They won't be troubling us anymore. The shipment is in the garage, and thank you for allowing me to do this job."However, there was only one thing running in his mind, his favorite thought about insanity.
"The distance between insanity and genius is measured only by success."Mission Complete
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