Adrian Carter's Kill List. (ON HOLD.)

The Decision.

Please read and Enjoy.

Photo on the side is of Major stone >>>>>>>>

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If you prick us do we not bleed?

If you tickle us do we not laugh?

If you poison us do we not die?

And if you wrong us shall we not revenge?

William Shakespeare 

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I slowly opened my eyes and smelled the fresh country air. I looked up at the white ceiling and wind felt a cool breeze on my face. The room was small but clean and was painted white. The events of the past than quickly flooded my mind and I looked around panickly.I looked at my patched up shoulder and stomach and winced in pain as it started to hurt again.

Is this heaven I thought and hope filled me that I will see my parents and Clara again. I got out of the room and made my way out of the house looking for them. The house was very beautiful and quiet. I made my way out of the house and saw that it was surrounded by forests on all sides.

There was literally nothing but trees and greenery surrounding the house. There were some flowers planted around the house which were in full bloom. The house was more like a farm and there was a stable near the side of house, which had a couple of horses in it. Odd heaven I thought to myself, where was my family I thought making my way towards the stable when I saw a familiar figure sitting beside the door of the stable.

It was J.D my neighbor’s dog, what was he doing here. I whistled to him as he came trotting towards me his tongue hanging out. I petted him and looked around confused and it came to me that I might not be dead and I was in someone’s farm house.

“You are up” came a deep voice from behind me. I turned around and saw our neighbor major stone making his way over me.

“Major stone” I questioned “I don’t understand, what is this place, why am I here, Why am I alive”.

“This Adrian is my farm house outside the city quite faraway from any habitations, you are here because I saved your ass from all the fire and bullets and you are here because the guys who were shooting at your house would have killed you if they knew you were alive”. He finished and asked “Any other questions”.

“What about the rest of my family and the ones in the house” I asked hoping against hope.

“They are dead son, you know that” he answered sadness in his voice.

“Why did you call me Adrian” I asked him. To which he removed a piece of newspaper and gave it to me “Here, read it”.

I opened  the paper and an article on first page caught my eye, I read it loudly “A house in west Manchester caught fire yesterday in which four people died. The residents Casey Morgan (44), Stuart Morgan (36), Joshua Morgan (22) and Clara Cole (22) all perished in the fire. Their bodies have been buried after post-mortem report showed no foul play. The cause of the fire has been attributed to a short circuit in the house and fuel cans lying in the main house which caught fire quickly. It is a really sad story as the resident Joshua Morgan and her girlfriend Clara Cole had just graduated on the same day and had been having a lunch to celebrate the occasion with the family. Josh’s friend Danny confirmed….” I threw the paper in disgust and looked at major stone confusedly “I don’t get it, why do they think I am dead”.