Red Mist.
Prologue
Blood rushed out of my mouth, dripping off my chin. I grabbed my pistol out of my pocket, loaded it with ammo, and shot. Seventeen. Seventeen shots it took until I realized I was doomed. I was out of ammo, lost my revolver. I searched for just the smallest bullet. Not one, stashed in my once blue, now blood-covered red hoodie. I grabbed hold of my knife and chucked it to my opponent's knee. Screaming in pain he was, I decided this was the perfect chance to escape. I grabbed my sack and tossed it over my neck. There it was, I noticed. A grenade, just sitting there in the depths of the sack. I yanked it out, pulled the plug, and tossed it toward...him...my opponent...and continued sprinting for my life. That's when it hit me...literally - a piece of debris, right in my face. I slid back, my boots barely planted in the mud, and then I tripped over a rock. Surely, I was doomed now...
Chapter One
I grabbed this morning's paper, took a sip of my coffee. When I read the caption, my life had changed. My own brother on the front page. I stared in shock. I dropped my coffee. As the mug shattered on the floor, I grabbed my cozy red blanket, strapped it around my neck, and picked up my toy knife. Ah, I was so heroic...until the rain showered down on me. So I got my umbrella, and begun my journey. My older brother was in great danger, and I decided it was time to prove myself as a hero toward this poor town. I heroically pointed my toy knife into the dark, gray skies.
Chapter Two
The grenade went off. Everything went blank. I couldn't see anything. Was this the end? I stared at completely nothing. Everything was gradually getting brighter...the light. I could see the light. I tried to snap out of it. I tried so hard that I was able to get up and move. Little by little, the light went away. I stood up, vomited, fell back down. I grabbed my canteen and drank what was left of the water. I decided to take a nap. I slowly, calmly began to feel better as the water I had just drank rushed down through my body. I had fallen asleep...
I woke up and wiped the blood off my body. I got up out of the mud and began walking. What had happened last night was an unforgettable life changer for me. "The Opponent" had almost killed me. The one whose name shall not be mentioned throughout my side of the story...
TO BE CONTINUED...
Prologue
Blood rushed out of my mouth, dripping off my chin. I grabbed my pistol out of my pocket, loaded it with ammo, and shot. Seventeen. Seventeen shots it took until I realized I was doomed. I was out of ammo, lost my revolver. I searched for just the smallest bullet. Not one, stashed in my once blue, now blood-covered red hoodie. I grabbed hold of my knife and chucked it to my opponent's knee. Screaming in pain he was, I decided this was the perfect chance to escape. I grabbed my sack and tossed it over my neck. There it was, I noticed. A grenade, just sitting there in the depths of the sack. I yanked it out, pulled the plug, and tossed it toward...him...my opponent...and continued sprinting for my life. That's when it hit me...literally - a piece of debris, right in my face. I slid back, my boots barely planted in the mud, and then I tripped over a rock. Surely, I was doomed now...
Chapter One
I grabbed this morning's paper, took a sip of my coffee. When I read the caption, my life had changed. My own brother on the front page. I stared in shock. I dropped my coffee. As the mug shattered on the floor, I grabbed my cozy red blanket, strapped it around my neck, and picked up my toy knife. Ah, I was so heroic...until the rain showered down on me. So I got my umbrella, and begun my journey. My older brother was in great danger, and I decided it was time to prove myself as a hero toward this poor town. I heroically pointed my toy knife into the dark, gray skies.
Chapter Two
The grenade went off. Everything went blank. I couldn't see anything. Was this the end? I stared at completely nothing. Everything was gradually getting brighter...the light. I could see the light. I tried to snap out of it. I tried so hard that I was able to get up and move. Little by little, the light went away. I stood up, vomited, fell back down. I grabbed my canteen and drank what was left of the water. I decided to take a nap. I slowly, calmly began to feel better as the water I had just drank rushed down through my body. I had fallen asleep...
I woke up and wiped the blood off my body. I got up out of the mud and began walking. What had happened last night was an unforgettable life changer for me. "The Opponent" had almost killed me. The one whose name shall not be mentioned throughout my side of the story...
TO BE CONTINUED...