Narrative Essay On Barber Rebellion

It was a terrible morning, due to the nightmare which was bothering all night. The rebels, from the last day 's execution, begged me for their lives so desperately, however, I could not do anything for them. Yes, I am secretly a rebel, though people would think I, Captain Torres, as a cruel, violent, savage and a cold hearted man, though, for long periods of time, I have been supporting imprisoned rebels to escape before their execution.
As the glittering sunlight came through the window, after a cup of warm coffee, I headed to the closet to get ready for the day, perhaps, my last day I am alive.
There was a mission from the heads of the faction; to disclose whether the barber is guilty of being a rebel or innocent. Although I already recognized the barber 's identity. Perchance, the heads knew that I was supporting the rebels, yet, I intended to conceal panics expressed from my face.

Meanwhile, in a short period of time, I dreamt relevant to the one I had yesterday. Captured rebel troops hung on the ropes, staring and cursing at me, as I pled for their mercy.
"It 's all my fault. I could not save you, my fellows, the only thing I could do was to just...."
"All done, sir," said the barber, softly waking me up.
What 's happening? I 'm still in the barber shop - Am I alive? The mirror reflected me with a clean, shaved - rejuvenated face. With relief, that the information regarding the rest of the rebels is secured, I responded with a slight smile.
"Thanks."
As I sat up and went for my belt, pistol and cap, I caught a glimpse of the barber, who was extremely pale; as if he anguished over whether to kill me or not. Subsequently, I took several coins to pay him for the service and headed for the door, paused for a moment.
"They told me that you 'd kill me. I came to find out," turned back to see the barber 's face. As I anticipated, his face was brimming with fear, anxiety, along with a few trembles.
"Killing isn 't easy. You can take my words for it," and