Agentdc14
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| 20 Oct 2013 10:27 AM |
When a gun fight breaks out in a small neighborhood, a 15 year old boy has to face his worse fear. Death. Since the fact that never seeing his friends or family again gets the best of him, but that’s just how death is. Evil. Waking up to the sound of screaming and gun shots, I throw on my DC hoodie and reeboks and run outside with a baseball bat worried about getting shot. Slowly opening the door, I step out to see a huge gun fight going on. What a nightmare. Am I going to have to face death? I hope not. But it may be. Time to fight. “Hey kid, come help us out!” Some dude yells “Oh what, using a dang baseball bat? You nuts? Or just have brain damage? Maybe both in my opinion.” I yell back “No I’m not crazy. Just get the heck over here and help!” The dude replies I roll my eyes and walk over dodging bullets as I go. When I get over there, the guy hands me a Siberia camo M4A1. My favorite gun. After checking the mag, the guy explains how to shoot it, how to reload, how to fix a jammed bullet and tons of other stuff I already know. When he finishes explaining everything, he finally introduces himself and tons of others. Like I’m going to remember it. What a joke. At least I know the guy’s name now. Carson. Carson, Carson, Carson, I repeat over and over again in my head. Remember that. I now run into an alley way and check the chamber. Good. The bullet is in there. Time to sneak up on these suckers. I walk cautiously through the alley way and through a backyard where my friends are camping out with a bunch of Colt M1911’s. When they hear my footsteps, they immiteadtly popped up ready to shoot. Luckily I had my hands up in caution. They put down their guns and walk up to me. “Blaze, what the heck is going on? And why do you have a M4A1 rifle? You can’t handle that thing. Its way too powerful and heavy even for you!” Frankie whispers yells “Don’t know what’s going on. Just shut up and let’s go. I can handle this thing very easily. Now like I just said, LET’S GO!” I yell They slide their guns into their pockets and walk behind me as I move along to the street. I put a hand out signaling them to stop and spread out. We then shoot at every person that aims their gun at us. After about an hour, we finally move to the street when a grenade goes off right in front of me. I get blown back covered in rocks, dirt and dust. I check for my friends and see they’re standing right behind me, shooting away. Whoever trained these guys, they did well. Thank god. I then get up and grab my gun off the ground. I run into the street and shoot everyone in my way when I feel metal hit my skull and then a bullet and everything goes black. I am now dead. *** “BLAZE! GET UP!” I hear someone yell Trying to figure out who said that, I sit up against a wall and see some random girl sitting next to me. Wait, not random. Familiar. I rack my brain and find the name. Trish. That cute girl from what was it, 5th or 6th grade? One of the two. I then see Frankie and Bryce standing across the room. Wait, I’M ALIVE! But how? Did they somehow stop the bleeding or something? Or did I only pass out from the pain? Either way, I never want to relive that again. I have my friends to thank for being here for me. Hopefully I don’t have brain damage. “Blaze, you okay?” Trish asks “I think. Still feel a bit dizzy, but yea. I should be.” I reply “Good. Let’s get out of here.” Trish demands We get up and walk out to the body cleaned street. Dang. Lived my fear, now living my dream. I just hope I never have a near death experience again. At least I got my friends and Trish around.
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Rit957
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| 20 Oct 2013 10:36 AM |
| Just a question, what was the one murderous war thing for? It sounded like you were 8th graders killing people. |
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Agentdc14
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Dale9
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| 20 Oct 2013 10:38 AM |
Neat story.
It's Shake N' Bake Time! |
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incredy
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| 20 Oct 2013 10:38 AM |
Yeah, for what?
͡ ͡ ͡ ͡ ͡ ͡ ͡ ͡ ͡ ͡ ͡ ͡ ͡ ͡ ͡ ͡ ͡ ͡ ͡ ͡ ͡ bagels |
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Star34034
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zx56
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| 20 Oct 2013 10:43 AM |
| and then pumped up the kicks starts playing in the background |
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| 20 Oct 2013 10:44 AM |
| I know this isn't real but, quite an imagination you've got there. |
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| 20 Oct 2013 12:13 PM |
| You're a nut. Don't point out what kind of gun it is, that just killed it when you said 'Siberian camo M4A1' |
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macdoo99
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| 20 Oct 2013 12:18 PM |
| Too tired to read all of it... |
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