MILD VIOLENCE WARNING:
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The water is so cold. Before anyone knows what is happening, we hear a loud moaning sound as the front windows come crashing in. "GOBLINS!" I hear someone scream. I instantly become lost in a mob of terror. I grip Debra in my hand and try to run out with the others. I'm at the very back of the group. The situation is every farmer for themself.
I arrive at the garage door. Bobby Sr. is running behind me. A big goblin grabbs him by the feet and begins to shove Bobby Sr. in its mouth. Joop comes back bravely to the back to try to help. Joop screams at me, "RUN MARTIN! I'LL TRY TO SAVE BOBBY SR.! YOU JUST RUN" Joop takes his pitchfork and impales the goblin right in the leg.
I don't need to stick around to see how this battle ends. I run away quickly from the scene when a thick hand grabs my arm. Instinctively I take Debra and slash into the goblins arm. The goblin emits a hollow disgusting shriek and swiftly backs away.
I use my adrenaline and run back closer to the garage door where I was. I almost mange to wriggle out of the garage door through the hole when a hand grabs my foot. The hand has a firm grip on my ankle and proceeds to pull me inside. "NO! NO!" I scream. I try to cast a spell but another hand covers my mouth. I try too look for a face but my vision is foggy.
The body slams me across the wall, almost knocking me unconscious. I make a feeble attempt to fight back by slashing a cut across the arm of my enemy. Blood flows outward leaving a three-lined scar on my perpetrators arm. But the blood, it's the red blood of a human, not the green blood of a troll.
The perpetrator puts his hand on my throat and tries to strangle me. I gasp in order to take in air. I can't move. I am completely pinned down. Debra falls to the ground from my withered hand with a clank. I've surrendered at this point. I have been bested. I've lost.
I'm going to die here. This is it. I just hope it goes by quickly. I'm so sorry Aunt Bernadette. I wanted to save you. I wanted to become a hero. I wanted to not be normal anymore. I'm sorry.
I wait to die, but the final blow isn't released. The man, I think he is a man, who is holding me down is muttering under his hood. I can barely hear what he is saying. "Yorajcrkbdjjvfukn...uoothoyfi! HVBUIDUUGRIJ!!!" He says.
My body begins to feel a weird feeling all over. My limbs move all over like I'm being exorcized in one of the movies.
Is this what death feels like? I thought i would be older. I always thought it would bring me peace. Goodbye everyone! Goodbye world! I'm sorry...
*Croak*
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