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Every family has their family weapon. That weapon is connected to the entire families soul. The weapon is destroyed, so is the family.

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by MasterDJJ

by MasterDJJ

-=Liam=-

The marbles stopped one of them, the other one seemed to just skate across them.

"Ha! Get up Sam!"

I turned another corner into a chain link fence. I looked for an exit, but ducked behind a dumpster, just when the men showed up.

"He couldn't have gone far."

"What kind of kid carries marbles?" Said the other man, rubbing his temple.

"I don't know, but he'll get what's coming to him."

The men laughed and began walking to another alley.

I got out from behind and ran home.

-=+=-

"Where have you been? The food is getting cold." She grabbed the mayonnaise and went to finish cooking.

"Yeah I'm fine, thanks." I mumbled.

I walked to my room and sat on my bed.

I fell asleep in no time and began dreaming very vividly.

The family weapon, it being taken...

Death. A lot of death.

Max. Dead.

Mom. Dead.

Beep. Beep. Beep.

Dad. Dead.

Me. Dead.

Why? Weapon broken.

Beep. Beep. Beep.

I woke up to screaming, beeping, and the aroma of smoke.