This is a story I thought of while I was on the bus listening to my mp3 player.....yes my mind wonders very very easyly mrgreen and again please point out any spelling and grammer mistakes. Thank you
He stopped to catch his breath. He took this moment to try and think about what was going on. He had grabbed the bulkiest coat they had in the house, and a ski mask. Then he ran out of the house on this cold winter day and, began to dig in the snow right in the middle of the forest near his house. He was horrified when he seen what he had pulled out of the snow, so horrified he tried to blocked it out. It was un-believable that his body was doing these things without his consent, but there he was pulling a gun out of the snow and there he was un-able to stop himself as this all happened.
He caught his breath and continued to move forward as he gripped the hand gun in his pocket. He had given up by this point. He was left with nothing too do but sit there trapped in his body and watch the horrors about to un-fold.
He slowly and calmly walked into a gas station, hiding his face from the prying eyes of the employee standing behind the counter. He didn’t need to however the employee was busy thumbing through the latest issue of the local newspaper.
He turned and looked at the employee. He was shocked to see that it was Mr. Fouet, his forty year old neighbor and father of his best friend. He tried to scream out Mr. Fouet run! Run away now, I have a gun! But his lips remained still as his eyes scanned the store making notes of the layout.
Mr. Fouet looked up at him and placed the newspaper on the counter. “Hello, how may I help you?” Mr. Fouet looked him over. “It’s real cold out eh?” He remained still as he made the last of his preparations.
“So do you talk? Or are you deaf?” Mr. Fouet asked while reaching under the counter, placing his hand on the alarm. He could hear the worry in Mr. Fouet’s voice. He tried his hardest to cry out and scream, he couldn’t take this pressure anymore. It was driving him insane. Past insane he could feel his soul breaking down as he tried harder to warn Mr. Fouet. He felt a great pain in the very pit of his soul as he wished with all his heart for his own death.
Mr. Fouet grew more and more anxious about this boy standing in his store, looking the place over and not showing an inch of skin. Mr. Fouet’s eyes wandered back to the newspaper on the counter. The only thing visible was the front page. Something he normally didn’t brother with. He enjoyed reading the sports section and didn’t brother with anything else, but he proceeded to read it out of boredom since this punk kid wasn’t answering him.
As he read the headline his blood turned cold and his eyes widened. City is suffering rash of armed teenage robbers. His hands shook, and his heart started beating wildly. Unluckily for him his shaking hand pressed the alarm. The next thing he felt was a bullet pass between his eyes. It was a strange feeling, he felt great pain but it was over in an instant.
Mr. Fouet’s body fell lifeless behind the counter. He saw Mr. Fouet’s deformed, and bloody face just before it fell out of sight. He felt what was left of his soul shatter. His body was un-affected by the event, and ran behind the counter and smashed at the register trying to get it open. The alarm blared in his ear as the register slid open. His body grabbed the three twenty dollar bills, and five quarters inside and ran outside. He couldn’t believe that he killed a man for sixty one dollars and twenty five cents.
He felt an endless anger rise inside of him as his body ran outside. He had it he wasn’t going to let his body hurt anyone else. He ran through alley way after alley way. This was it he would stop his body here no matter what happened; he threw every ounce of his being into one last attempt to stop his body.
He stopped dead right in the middle of an alley way. He then reached up and cried out. “I Timothy Wellows, will not be used any more!” Timothy fell foreword clenching his chest, as he felt his heart explode. Timothy was finally was at peace; he felt the weight of the world lift from his shoulders, as his eyes closed for the last time.
A man dressed head to toe in black, complete with a black hat walked up to Timothy’s corpse. He bent down and riffled through his pockets; he pulled out the money and an mp3 player. He then pulled out the head phones from Timothy’s ears and, counted the money. “Only sixty-one twenty-five, we need a much more efficient way of collecting money.”
He placed the money in his pocket as he looked over the body. “I wonder how this happened.” He seen Timothy’s smiling face. “He must have been through hell.” He looked at the mp3 player. He tried turning it on but it wouldn’t . “Ah, it must have run out of power.” He stood up and placed the money and mp3 in his pocket. “I’m sorry Timothy Wellows for using you and many others, but it was necessary for ideals. Know in death that you’re in peace now.”
The man pulled out a small black book and, placed his hand on it. “Soon you will be with the great one for helping our cause. Also know in death you will continue to help our cause.” The man threw the bible on Timothy. He then pulled out a police badge and a gun with a silencer attached to it. He placed the badge in Timothy’s clenched hand and, then proceeded to shoot his corpse several times in the heart. “This innocent’s death at the hands of the police will be the start of our revolution!”
Well this story was intened as one shot, but I left it on such a cliffhenger with many loose ends.....so I just wanna ask should I leave it as is or contiue it?
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