The Patriot

It was dark, in this tiny alleyway.
Abdul Soleman walked without looking back.
He knew that he was there, had been anticipating this for a long time.

He stopped, when he perceived an almost inaudible rasping noise.
"Who are you?"

"You know."
And he did.
It was ...

"Ezren, you?" His voice sounded like rustling leaves. "But you have been one of us, why have you become a traitor, killing your family for the enemy's money?"

"I am a patriot, Abdul."
"You have been, in those days."

"I am now. Real patriots are the ones killing for the stronger party."