Oh course my shot missed. It flew straight past it's target and smashed into God's Gate. Usually I would be fine with it, if this it wasn't the last bullet, but of course it was.
"Ha ha," the menacing laughter of the leader awoken my senses. I had to focus. Three attackers were left, each of them moving towards me. I was forced to move back until my back felt God's Gate.
I closed my eyes as if in prayer waiting for what would come next. What actually did come was not expected. Two attackers fell to the ground exposing their backs full of wounds. From the amount of wounds on their backs I was surprised they managed this long. They obviously had reached their limits. That left an unscathed leader and me, wounded and defenseless.
The leader, his face red from rage, tightened his fist. “ You will pay for this!” Boom! His fist smashed against my face. Then another punch, followed by another. I was getting pummeled, blacking out fast. I was still breathing. I don’t know how but through my beating, I received a long forgotten memory.
I was young, maybe nine. Marilyn was only a baby. I was with my dad before the war had happened. He was a soldier, not only that, he was the leader of the army. We stood together staring at the moonlight. I was pleading to my dad, I wanted to fight with him. “Dad, please I want to go with you.”
“ You can’t son, you’re not ready.”
“ I know I am.”
He looked up at the sky, deep in thought. “You can’t son. Out there is dangerous. You need to learn something to survive out there. You need to know to fight until you’re last breathe.”
“But..”
And with that ends the mark of the memory. How long ago that was. It was my last memory of my father. A lot of changed since then. Both the world and I have changed.
Keep fighting until your last breathe. The words echoed in my head. I inhaled the air around me and devised a plan. I ducked to avoid the swing of the leaders fist, it hit the gate. It was time to proceed with the plan. With the much strain to my body I flew off my feet, my hand balled in a fist. Bam! An uppercut hit the bottom of the leader’s jaw. He collapsed. He still was moving however, forcing his way back up. I ran half limped where I had dropped the gun and picked it up. I turned and smashed it against side of the leaders face. He went down like a bowling pin and stayed there unmoving. It was finally over. Limping, I walked towards the direction of my house. I fought both fatigue and pain on the way. Finally my home came to view. I took a step inside, took a breathe and collapsed.
"Ha ha," the menacing laughter of the leader awoken my senses. I had to focus. Three attackers were left, each of them moving towards me. I was forced to move back until my back felt God's Gate.
I closed my eyes as if in prayer waiting for what would come next. What actually did come was not expected. Two attackers fell to the ground exposing their backs full of wounds. From the amount of wounds on their backs I was surprised they managed this long. They obviously had reached their limits. That left an unscathed leader and me, wounded and defenseless.
The leader, his face red from rage, tightened his fist. “ You will pay for this!” Boom! His fist smashed against my face. Then another punch, followed by another. I was getting pummeled, blacking out fast. I was still breathing. I don’t know how but through my beating, I received a long forgotten memory.
I was young, maybe nine. Marilyn was only a baby. I was with my dad before the war had happened. He was a soldier, not only that, he was the leader of the army. We stood together staring at the moonlight. I was pleading to my dad, I wanted to fight with him. “Dad, please I want to go with you.”
“ You can’t son, you’re not ready.”
“ I know I am.”
He looked up at the sky, deep in thought. “You can’t son. Out there is dangerous. You need to learn something to survive out there. You need to know to fight until you’re last breathe.”
“But..”
And with that ends the mark of the memory. How long ago that was. It was my last memory of my father. A lot of changed since then. Both the world and I have changed.
Keep fighting until your last breathe. The words echoed in my head. I inhaled the air around me and devised a plan. I ducked to avoid the swing of the leaders fist, it hit the gate. It was time to proceed with the plan. With the much strain to my body I flew off my feet, my hand balled in a fist. Bam! An uppercut hit the bottom of the leader’s jaw. He collapsed. He still was moving however, forcing his way back up. I ran half limped where I had dropped the gun and picked it up. I turned and smashed it against side of the leaders face. He went down like a bowling pin and stayed there unmoving. It was finally over. Limping, I walked towards the direction of my house. I fought both fatigue and pain on the way. Finally my home came to view. I took a step inside, took a breathe and collapsed.
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