I pulled my dagger out of the lifeless body with ease.
My body trembled as if the wrath of God was over setting me when I saw the bloody blade. Then I heard a voice in the distance "Come out you negro!" At this I began to run.
I met Jose in the regular spot, right behind the old abandoned Jones house. We exchanged looks of sadness. We had never killed anyone before, but we were trained to kill the leaders of the KKK.
I ran to my house where my parents awaited my arrival. My parents Joseph and Miranda never knew that I had took lessons from an old soldier in our town. So when I arrived my parents had questioning looks at me. Then they looked at my bloody hands and the dagger that I was still holding.
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KKK Killers
Fiction HistoriqueTwo teens struggling during the Civil Rights Movement days. They are assigned by an old man to kill certain members of the KKK. In doing this comes with questions, will the KKK kill their love ones? Nehemiah and Jose are depended on to make the righ...
