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Posted: Fri Dec 02, 2011 7:29 pm
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And there I was on my knees with a gun in my mouth. I was of course trembling in fear, for one, the gunman was a thirteen year old boy, and he seemed to be trigger happy. I saw his last two victims scattered to pieces on the floor.The silver plated gun rattled against my teeth. I heard a constant click, and I began to wonder, what have I accomplished in my years of my existing. Nothing. As I peered into the vast space that was my near future, the boy pulled the gun out and smashed it into my left temple, i fell on my side with my hands tied behind my back, i just squirmed, feeling warmth snake down my face into my mouth. Blood, the thing I always remembered was the taste of rusty metal, and that's how my blood tasted. I coughed, spraying blood and spit on the floor. Then the boy, cocked the gun, the bullet in the barrel. Bang! He staggered back, collapsing and falling back with a gun, and the back of his head exploded out and I stuck. This all really happened.
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Posted: Fri Dec 02, 2011 8:54 pm
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Posted: Fri Dec 02, 2011 9:10 pm
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