Practice Package (standard:adventure, 1212 words)
Author: writergurllw	Added: Aug 12 2006	Views/Reads: 3128/2105	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.

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“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. 


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