'This is the only weapon I have...for now that is.' Martin muttered to himself as he picked up a gun from the side table which stood on the wooden floor of the cabin. He continuously kept on glancing at the clearing that surrounded the small dusty wooden cabin through the slightly dusty locked windows.
He stood immobile on the cold wooden floor of a cabin he just barged in panicking a few minutes ago. As he started to inspect the house, he felt giddy all of a sudden. He just couldn't understand anything, What is their problem? I already tried to convince them over thousand times, that I wasn't even present in the scene of crime day before yesterday! But they just keep on disregarding my words, Martin thought bitterly.
Martin dropped the gun out of the blues from of the sensation of dizziness. As he started to bend down to pick it up, he gasped at what he saw. He saw nothing more than a thin thick rod, impaled into his thigh. Even though the rod was very little noticeable he didn't even need to squint at it to recognize what it really was, for from his nineteen years of experience in living in the same village, he identified instantly what it was and what it contained. It contained what most of us usually dread..... a one hour deadly poison.
As he was retrieving the gun, 5 men ,armed and all, barged in and simultaneously pointed guns at him
Dammit! Dammit! Dammit!, he thought shaking a little as he stood into position and prepared his gun, The previous noise of the gun dropping must've alarmed them! I've to do something or -, he stopped short as he collapsed to the floor.
'Excellent! The one hour poison that we shot at the heretic seems to be taking effect!'One of the men was shouting. 'Now we -' One of the men who seemed to be their leader raised his arm to silence him.
Dammit....so I guess this is the end for me. My life was too short. I couldn't do much for myself or for everyone and this...world. He thought as his eyes started to droop down.
'Shall we finish him, Rick?' One of the men asked to his leader.
'Yes, there's no telling is he acting to his death or not.' Saying this he pointed the gun, aiming for the shot.
This was the last words he heard as his heart beats was racing to the finish line.
'Head shot! The leader shouted into the radio as blood insanely poured out onto the wooden floor.
He stood immobile on the cold wooden floor of a cabin he just barged in panicking a few minutes ago. As he started to inspect the house, he felt giddy all of a sudden. He just couldn't understand anything, What is their problem? I already tried to convince them over thousand times, that I wasn't even present in the scene of crime day before yesterday! But they just keep on disregarding my words, Martin thought bitterly.
Martin dropped the gun out of the blues from of the sensation of dizziness. As he started to bend down to pick it up, he gasped at what he saw. He saw nothing more than a thin thick rod, impaled into his thigh. Even though the rod was very little noticeable he didn't even need to squint at it to recognize what it really was, for from his nineteen years of experience in living in the same village, he identified instantly what it was and what it contained. It contained what most of us usually dread..... a one hour deadly poison.
As he was retrieving the gun, 5 men ,armed and all, barged in and simultaneously pointed guns at him
Dammit! Dammit! Dammit!, he thought shaking a little as he stood into position and prepared his gun, The previous noise of the gun dropping must've alarmed them! I've to do something or -, he stopped short as he collapsed to the floor.
'Excellent! The one hour poison that we shot at the heretic seems to be taking effect!'One of the men was shouting. 'Now we -' One of the men who seemed to be their leader raised his arm to silence him.
Dammit....so I guess this is the end for me. My life was too short. I couldn't do much for myself or for everyone and this...world. He thought as his eyes started to droop down.
'Shall we finish him, Rick?' One of the men asked to his leader.
'Yes, there's no telling is he acting to his death or not.' Saying this he pointed the gun, aiming for the shot.
This was the last words he heard as his heart beats was racing to the finish line.
'Head shot! The leader shouted into the radio as blood insanely poured out onto the wooden floor.
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