His blood gush out out yet he is still on his feet even though wounded and weak. With the right foot I kick his left shin away causing him to drop down on this right knee. The gun is still in his hand I can tell he is out of bullets to use it anymore.
My calculations are right this time. He is someone who depends mostly on his left side to achieve perfect the balance of his body. I twist around slightly moving every ounce of weight in my body into the hand that wields the pocket knife.
I strike, when the knife is only a centimeter away from making him take his last breath I pause...unable to go any further. I see a different face instead of the original one. I see the face of someone I hate more than the killer in my sight.
All I do next is to punch him backwards away from my range of vision.
"Please spare me",
The guy manages to speak through his clenched teeth, the blow from start though fatal yet not enough to kill someone instantly. The pain in his eyes annoys me more beyond any known measure.
"Run",
I uttered then I turned my back to him, the idea of gathering supplies has now left a sour taste in my mouth. Killing is still not something I can do right now. I walk to the side of the ladies who lay lifeless on the cold ground thier blood seemingly drying up even though much time hasn't passed since they died. Something else is involved...but who?
If only I hadn't missed the guy's heart on purpose then just then you two would be alive.
"I am sorry",
I say this to no one in particular, the apology isn't for the ladies but for the other people whom I failed to save. I must leave....
KIKORU YAMADA
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In the shadows I find my family who aren't exactly related to me by blood. My parents are doctors who found me on the mean streets when I was only four years old. They taught me everything on how to save lives---for someone like me I am the kind that is only interested in how to take it away from others.
Everything about helping others feels odd to me, I have no friends, no family to turn to and no one to even call an acquaintance. I drop down to my knees as I aslo drop my head into my palms. The tears that wanted to flow colud not make an entrance amymore for a reason known only to my heart but not my head.
"Why do you feel sad?",
I heard a voice completely unfamiliar to me amidst the darkness, someone raise my head then our eyes met. It is a divine being I could tell from her look alone. An angel with only one wing.
"I don't like my little sister to tear up",
She said her golden radiance pushing away the darkness. She removes her hand then walks away, a moment she stops and turns to me again.
"Get ready sister, Bermuda awaits",
With that she leaves and everything goes dark. Nothing is the same myself included, I am going to find you whoever you are that claims to be my sister.
"I want the truth",
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Everywhere I turn to there is always a form of shadow that dwells, each shadow exhibit a distinct behavior as if it is alive. With each new shadow there is an increase to the sheer suffocating pressure it exudes.
Nothing is the same anymore, I have no place to call home to turn to, no family to grant me any form or just a sense of comfort and warmth.
"I want to die"
A tear slides down my cheek .