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Tomorrow, I'm going to see a movie with meh bud, Prophet of Sorrow. sweatdrop and erm....I'm almost done The Da Vinci Code! I only have a few chapters left! I read almost 200 pages last nite. I got bored. sweatdrop
and here's the beginning to a story I wrote...tell me what ya think, please somebody post! gonk
He ran as fast as his legs could carry him, his heart pounding in his ears. He had just barely jumped through the doorway when the grenade exploded. Sweat dripped into his eyes, fogging his vision. He wiped his eyes and looked down at his leg. A shard of glass flew into his leg when the grenade went off. He squeezed it tightly in his hand, and started to pull, gently at first but soon he needed both hands. The glass went all the way to the bone. With a torch of pain shooting up his leg, he jerked the shard out of his leg and pulled out the handkerchief Kaley had given him, and ripping in half. He tied the shred of material around his wound and made a tight knot. He looked around. Sebastian saw no one. He winced as he stood up and started running, ignoring the pain in his entire right thigh.
Through the rubble, lay a Taliban leader with a Tec 9. He aimed towards the running soldiers and squeezed the trigger, not letting a finger up. “Bastards.” he growled as he reloaded the Tec 9 with an extra clip and started shooting again. The tiny ant-like soldiers were starting to spread, but just as they filed into a building in ruins, he saw one of them fall onto a metal rod, piercing right through his torso, poking his vest. Apparently, he tried to jump out of the way of the bullets and landed on a metal rod from the destroyed warehouse.
Sebastian stared in disbelief at his unit leader, Jonathan McKinley, lying dead on a rod. She turned to second in command, Frankie Gallant. “What do we do Frankie!?” His heart beat like a drum. “Upstairs!” Frankie screamed, “Everyone upstairs! Where are my snipers?!” Two men jumped in front of Frankie, Julian Banks and Troy Butler. “Go upstairs, find that son of a b***h and take him out, now!” Frankie screamed as the two men ran up the stairs, skipping them two by two. “Demolitions! Let’s give him a fall to remember!” Sebastian barely heard this through the gunfire. One by one, he ripped pins out and threw about 7 grenades at the building, and covered his ears as they went off one by one bringing the building down. The Men cheered. “Ok riflemen! Shoot any Threat at any time!” The two riflemen, Kahlen Maryk and Evan Warner, Brought their rifles up to their shoulders and looked through their scopes for any armed Taliban individuals. They saw no one, as they had told Frankie. ‘OK! Let’s go!” Frankie waved in the direction of a crowd of protesters; protesting against war. Bad time for them to be doing this. Into his radio, he ordered the 2 snipers to stay in the building, and if they saw anything that could threaten their safety, to get the hell out of there. They started towards the protesters, but stopped when Evan heard a click. “Come on!” screamed Kahlen over the gunfire. Sweat was pouring down Evan’s face. “Let’s go!” Kahlen shrieked again. “Go without me!” Evan yelled back to his partner. “I’m not leaving you!” Kahlen replied. “Just go!” Kahlen had a look of utmost sadness in his eyes as he put his right hand over his heart, then turned around and ran. Evan heard several Taliban running in his direction, with small hunting knives in their hands, for they had already used all of their ammunition. Evan turned around, not moving his left foot. They stopped in front of him wondering why he wasn’t moving. Everything around them seemed to stop, Evan heard silence for the first time in 3 months. With his last breath, he said between gritted teeth “If I go down, you go down.” There was rage in his cold green eyes as he lifted his left foot.
The ground started shaking, Kahlen was staring at where his partner was standing. Now there was only debris. Kahlen closed his eyes shut and prayed for this to stop, but it didn’t. He grabbed a grenade from Sebastian’s belt, ripped out the pin and ran towards the small group of Taliban, starting to get closer. As they ran towards him, he sat down in the only clear spot on the ground and started meditating. He tried clearing his mind but could get Evan’s face out of his head. One of the Taliban ran towards him in immense speed and almost shattered Kahlen’s head with his hammer. Just as he was closing in, Kahlen whispered “For you, my brother.” and dropped the grenade.
For the record, if it has question marks instead of quotation marks, it's my stupid computer's fault. gonk
 Wes Kraven · Fri May 06, 2005 @ 11:12pm · 2 Comments |
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