I look into his big brown eyes. I remember the small face looking at me his chiseled features he looked like my b… b… brother? I look deeper and deeper in his eyes like I was searching for something… something that could not be found.
“Kyle? Kyle?” “Is that you” and his face had gone blank as I ended the sentence I waited desperately for an answer. I got a simple nod but that was all I needed. “I am sorry I slammed you into the wall.” “Are … are you umm… Chloe? “Yes.” “ Well you got yourself into some trouble.” he pulled out a French handgun and placed it out on my head with his finger on the trigger in his head he was daring himself to pull the trigger. As his finger put pressure then loosened. “WHERE IS MY BROTHER!!” “OH HIM he will be killed in exactly 8 hours 47 minutes and 11 seconds." Tears stung my eyes, as my eyes could not hold them back and they flowed out. I have not seen my brother for 7 years... He became distracted and I kicked him and slam his head into the wall I hear a crack I killed him. I whispered to the corps “the boy who runs Is no longer running he his gone with the wind”
I flew to mars to search.
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Run at the Right Time
PertualanganHe is a boy searching for answers in a place you only read about. His journey will expose him to loss, war and love. Will he save the people he needs to? Will he even survive?
