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Project Truth

Project Truth: Chapter one, The One Armed Man

The one armed man was pointing a small black hand gun at the teller.

“Why are you doing this?!” I demanded. The man remained facing the teller, but his eyes turned to look at me.

“Why am I doing this? I'm doing this because I'm sick and tired of being treated like nothing, and like I can't do a dang thing just because I only have one arm. So I thought, 'Perhaps if I was a famous criminal, people would know that they were wrong.'” He did not shout, but it seemed like he had fire in his eyes, so I could see that he was really ticked off. He chuckled. The then diverted his attention back to the teller. BANG! The teller fell to the floor dead. Shoot right in the heart. The man reached to take the money the teller had gotten out.

“NOOOO!!!” I screamed as I rushed forwards. With tears in my eyes I knocked the one armed man to the floor. However, in the process of him falling to the floor, shocked, he accidentally squeezed the trigger. BANG! I screamed and rolled off of him. He had shoot me right above the heart.

“Rane! NO!!!” He yelled, rushing to me and putting my head on his lap, trying to slow the bleeding with his one hand.

I smiled sadly. “Your not nothing to me, Kurt...” I said, coffing violently and spitting up blood. I started to close my eyes slowly, drawing my final breath. Exhaling my last breath, I muttered. “I love you, Kurt. Always have.” My head was filled with memory's of the kid Rane and Kurt playing, laughing, having the time of their life. Best yet, the child did not care that he only had one arm. With the memory of a picture I still have in my wallet, a picture of a ten year old Rane and twelve year old Kurt facing the camera, Kurt's right and only arm around Rane's neck, and Rane's left around his, I died.

Kurt, the one armed man, cried bitterly. He had just killed his best friend, and the love of his life, and he had never told her. He had never planned on telling her. He had bought the ring to propose to her just yesterday, he had ment to propose, and not turn criminal if she had accepted, why, of why was he cursed with short term memory loss and quite a temper? Why had the teller have to stare at him so rudely?

Suddenly, sirens slowly came into his hearing. With tears streaming down his face, he looked at Rane. He stared at her until the sirens sounded considerable louder. He then noticed that she was wearing a necklace that he had given her on her sixteenth birthday, seven years ago. The necklace was a little clear crystal, about an inch long. Kurt had found it in the bottom of the grand canyon when he was five years old. At the time, he did not know it was illegal, and he really wanted the pretty little crystal, so when no one was looking, he snuck it into him pocket, just to make sure no one told me could not have it if he asked. After about a month of him having after he got home he lost interest in it, but still liked it, so he kept it in his lock box. A year later he met Rane. For the sweet sixteen, he wanted to get her something special, and he no longer wanted the crystal, but knew that she would love it, so he had jeweler put some thin metal around it it such a way that it could be a pendant on a necklace. He then gave it to Rane for her birthday the next week, and he was right. She adored it. He did not know she had worn it all these years, though he saw it had a different chain, a sign that the old one had broken. He grabbed the pendant with his bloody hand and pulled it off of Rane's neck and stuffed it in his pocket. He did not notice that it started to glow a faint pink as soon as his blood touched it.

Kurt quickly stood up. He saw the bag of money that he knew was stuffed with hundreds of one hundred dollar bills. He did not want to take it, not anymore, but he knew he was a criminal...and a murderer now. So he ran over to the counter and took the money and ran back to Rane, and bent down to get his gun. He paused for another moment. He bent down and kissed her gently on the lips. Even though she was now dead, he had always wanted to do that. He got up and ran to the door. With one more sad glance at Rane, too sad to notice that she was beginning to become transparent, he ran out into the cold night. Shivering, he ducked down the nearest alley way just a few seconds before the Police arrived.

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