The first thing I hear is a pained moan. My blade hit the spot. A huge body slumps onto the cold, hard ground. Dead. I can hear the hurried shouts and angry yells of the remaining men. I run away. I have to reach the screaming. He's so close...so close. I reach the white building and dash in. I see a fist come straight towards me. I taste blood and hear a cry. That's the last thing I remember before everything turns dark.
YOU ARE READING
The Memories of Jordan Rick
Teen FictionThe end was inevitable but before I leave.......I can share a few more memories. Listen to my story because its the last thing I'll ever tell.
