Rainy Days (ON HOLD) UNDER CONSTRUCTION!

When The Bullet Strikes

When The Bullet Strikes~

You may not control all the events that happen to you, but you can decide not to be reduced by them. ~Maya Angelou

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"Thomas." I announced and stopped in my spot, quickly inhaling. As his chair swung around I bit my lip as tears gathered at the tip of my bottom eyelids. The scar on his face was still as visible as a mountain off in the distance- it couldn't go unnoticed. It was ragged and trailed from his forehead to his chin. As it made a half oval on the side of his face you could make out the small curves and twists I assume that the metal knife had once swiped on the very spot. And it was all my fault because he decided to protect me.

I can still recall the day as if it had only happened minutes previously.

It took place two years ago after horror decided to once more rain havoc in my life. I had dealt with the assumption that life didn't have a true meaning. It wasn't new when I would be threatened and taken hostage. I could easily have yelled and shrieked but it was the thought that confused me. I didn't.

After that day my brother had enrolled me into Martial Arts, along with the help of Thomas I was soon up to the top. I was being guided and pushed beyond my limits and the physical exercise was killing me, not just with the pain that had coursed through my body but with the emotions I had endured. I was beginning to focus more on my surroundings and every chance I had after I became better at fighting, I would save random pedestrians around the city that needed help. Or so I thought.

At the time it had never occurred to me that I would be harming myself, or better yet the people that had cared for me. I had known that the ones I had been closest to at that time would risk their life to protect mine, but of all people that I could've listed off, the name 'Thomas' would have never come to mind. He had been in the background constantly and the deal had been going for about 9 months, I wouldn't have noticed that he sent his best buddies to protect me and constantly keep an eye on me.

But when I did find out his whereabouts on my own, I was beyond mad, I was ready to destroy. I had taken those classes, I had learned self defense and how to fight.. so I wondered why he had sent out watchdogs. They had been positioned in various areas throughout the city and they would call back to base if anything was fishy, and if I screwed up big time or even had gotten hurt at all. Thomas kept tabs, and I was falling for his tricks. The people I had "saved" were payed by him to try and detain me in any way. He wanted to increase my ability on selfdefense and use what I had learned in different ways- so in his eyes I was his puppet.

He screwed up big time.

There was one night that spread us farther apart from each other. My loyalty to him faltered and so did my brothers friendship with him. When it had been mentioned that I took down one of Thomas's guys instead of a villain I had to leave for a while. I needed to disappear until everything cleared out, and as I was packing before my flight left the day after my attack on Thomas's friend, he had showed up to the hotel I was staying at. He warned me not to go because no one would be there to protect me, and that I was too confident in myself.

I listened.

It was a mistake, for that same night I had gone to the Factory. Three black vans were positioned outside the doors to the place. Their trunks open, large crates filling up the back. When I had stepped up to take a closer look I'd seen mini bags. Each of the tiny packets had white powder being stored in them. Once I figured out what was going on I went berserk with anger, I was furious and never thought that the guy that I once had so much respect for had stooped that low.

He was like a brother to me but it seemed that every single day as the minutes passed his label would fade even more than when the sun had risen 24 hours before. To say I was disappointed would be an understatement. So I ran, I scrambled through the heavy metal doors that once were locked up and I barged into his office.