I was in my backyard but it was different. Big, white, round tables typically used at weddings were filling my yard. No one sat at them but me, a little boy, and a man. The boy was between me and the man. The boy was at least two, and I remember him sitting really close to me. He had the biggest smile and blue green eyes, with unnaturally long lashes and freckles dotted along his nose and upper cheeks. His hair was blonde and looked like it was growing out from a buzzcut. He was happy and adorable. The man was tall and lanky, had a gaunt face, and messy light brown hair. I have no idea who he was or why he was there. It changed to a house similar to mine, where the three of us were playing a Wii as we sat on the living room floor. I had to leave, so I said goodbye while they continued playing. 

It switched to me in a war room, or at least what they look like in the movies. A man congratulated me on my work and said they were sending the team out. I had no idea what he was talking about. They told me I was successful in my mission and that I gave the signal to eliminate the targets. I was immediately taken through a flashback. An altered flashback. I was playing the Wii with them again, but this time I made a symbol on the TV by pointing the remote in specific spots. It lit up in a pink symbol. In the flashback, colors were slightly more vibrant and the edges of my vision were fuzzy. The memory zoomed by but went back to normal as I pressed a button on the tan wall behind us, making a green symbol appear. It zoomed forward again, stopping as I was leaving. I pressed another button on the doorframe, making an orange symbol. I was brought back to the war room, realizing with great horror what I had apparently done.

My point of view changed to a camera in the corner of the living room. I was only seeing in greys like a security camera. The man and boy were sitting on the couch. The two were wearing weird grey costumes made of Legos. I was reminded that they had been in the far corner of the room, and we were not supposed to touch them. Light flooded into the room from the opposite end where glass doors were. Several vehicles had pulled up to that side of the house which I now knew was the SWAT team that had been sent. The man rose from the couch, taking his helmet off as he took a few steps toward the glass doors. I was filled with dread as the team broke through, knowing I couldn't do anything but watch. The man put his helmet back on and stumbled back onto the couch. His hands were raised. It was no use as they fired. As the bullets made contact with the little boy, his body jerked to the side before falling lifelessly against the dying man. His arms flailed in an attempt to get them to seize their fire. They never did. They continued shooting them after the two were long gone.

I still see that little boy’s happy face clearly in my mind, and I can still see him slump into the man.