Cormac Mccarthy Blood Meridian Novels & Stories

I say as I pick up the gun. He coughs blood and it splashes on my shoes, “Isabella please..I'll…I'll pay what I owe..I just..I need time”. “Time?” I laugh annoyingly, “you think two months isn't enough time to pay me my money?” “Isa please” he cries out. “Correct yourself” I point the gun to his groin. “Isabella, Isabella” he shouts, “I'm sorry please” he cries even more. I didn't know what Mercy felt like, I didn't believe anyone deserved mercy or a second chance, if you're given a chance you're supposed to do it once and for all, “a week”.

"What are you waiting for? Call the police! If a murder happened, our house prices will go down, too!" After all that, I realized how quickly people turned on each other. They loved drama, and as soon as something touched their own interests, they were the first to call the cops. Maeve slid down and collapsed, her face as white as paper. She trembled, her eyes full of fear. "Please don't kill me. I'll go to jail; I'll pay for my sins!" she begged. She kept pleading and groveling for mercy. "I'm really sorry. Please give me another chance!"