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Practice Package (standard:adventure, 1212 words) | |||
Author: writergurllw | Added: Aug 12 2006 | Views/Reads: 3125/2102 | Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes) |
This is a short story collection of a variety of genre's. The one you will see is Action/adventure. He took everything important to him away, now it's his time to get payback. | |||
Click here to read the first 75 lines of the story “Maybe you didn't come here to play games but I did. I could care less about your happy go lucky family.” Before Ezekiel could completely finish saying ‘family' he was hit square in the jaw by a fuming John. Anyone who could kill an innocent family, an innocent town, and not even care about it definitely had no respect. John had wanted Ezekiel to be hurt, he wanted him to feel stupid for blabbering off, but was a little intimidated when Ezekiel went back to smiling and dodged his attacks as if he were up against an inexperienced young boy. Is that what he thinks of me, Thought John, as an inexperienced young boy? Maybe if he had been paying attention instead of unprofessionally getting distracted by thoughts he might've seen his rival foot flying up, charging at him. Next thing he knew he was on the ground, spitting dirt out his mouth, with a gun being pointed straight to his head. He went cross eyed looking at the well groomed shotgun obviously being held by none other than Ezekiel. He swallowed his spit, heart beating faster than he could ever remember. This wasn't the first time a gun was pointed to his head, not even the second, but those people were weak, this Ezekiel was capable of doing things john hadn't even known of. Why was he hesitating? Ezekiel had him, maybe not fair, but he had him. John wondered why he hadn't been dead a minute ago. It doesn't take more than a second to shoot and Ezekiel was the master of weaponry. John decided to take a risk, either way he would get his brains blown out right? Swallowing his last spit, he bent his knees in and kicked his legs up with as much force as he could use, flipping Ezekiel into the air and the gun out of his hand. He jumped to the gun, picked it up with the same rapid speed used to do the last minute attack, and pointed it to Ezekiel. Not even the smallest hint of fear could be found on Ezekiel's face. For some unfathomable reason John walked up to him. Instead of just shooting it where he was and causing fewer problems, he precariously walked up to him. That same menacing smile never left Ezekiel's face. “Bet you can't shoot me. Bet you can't shoot me,” he teased like he was a little kid playing a little kid's game. As if the gun was nothing but a mere toy to him. This had angered Jonathon even more, he thought about his four year old little girls, his eight year old little boy, and pulled the trigger...... They could almost be brothers. Author's Note: Do not worry, nobody was killed. Ezekiel is smart, he would never smile and play about situations like this unless he knows for sure that he's safe. The gun had no bullets in it. If I was to turn this into a chapter story this would be talked about in the next chapter. I'm bad when it comes to writing short stories, I often don't know how to end them. Tweet
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