Wilson’s POV: As I approached Gatsby’s estate, I felt God’s eyes following my every movement, beckoning me to avenge my beloved wife who was ripped away from me. I was going to take her somewhere safe, where she would no longer be pursued by other men, but I failed her, I failed Myrtle. The monster Gatsby may have thought that he could escape from his sins, stealing my wife and then throwing her away like garbage, but God saw everything, and he could not run forever. His inconsiderate actions have angered our Father, who did not approve of such a manipulative man with revolting hauteur. Gatsby lived like a king in his castle, protected by his wealth, and oblivious to the consequences of his actions. Relying on money to avoid punishment would not work for the divine judgment I was going to enact. Gatsby’s death would be justice for all the people that he has wronged, and this scum would no longer be able to hurt anyone else in his escapades. I made my way into the estate with little trouble, and walked around the front yard, searching for my target. I found a gardener and asked him …show more content…
As I took my revolver out of my pocket, I muttered a prayer, and took aim at the floating body. Gatsby immediately tried to paddle himself away, but he was trapped. He desperately implored me to take mercy on him, and I laughed; the sight of a murderer begging was too entertaining. The recoil of the shot vibrated throughout my bones as Gatsby flew off his mattress from the impact of the bullet and fell into the clear pool. I shook with laughter as I stared at the blood seeping into the water, staining it with its sharp crimson color. The deed was finally done; Gatsby received his punishment for all the sins that he committed, and he would no longer be able to taint the world with his exploits. Even with this momentous victory, I still felt empty. Myrtle, the love of my life, was gone, and I had nowhere to go with condemnation from everyone I