Finally the blizzard calmed enough to see. Im shocked to see what it had exposed my eyes to. There she was, plain as day. I couldn't believe she was alive. She stood there looking me dead in the eyes. I was succumbing to my injuries as I could feel my warm blood rush down my legs from my side from where she had slashed me with her blade. Pure anger had drove her. She stood tall with her sword at my little girls throat. Im a father about to watch my little girl die by the hands of her grandmother. She edges the sword closer to her jugular. "Stop!" I yell. She stops. The only sound was the sound of the the snow and wind blowing against my ears. " You dont need to do this. I love her and so does lucy. You should love her to. She's your granddaughter. I know you love me. I know that you cared enough for me to get me out of that house that night. Please, for the love of christ, dont do this. Shes just a little girl!" I say with what breath I have left. Molly begins to cry. I dont know if I just made things better...or a hell of a lot worse. I had a feeling I was soon going to know...
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Winters Night
AdventureSet in the year 2011- Winter has grown in a world without parents. Civilizations soon fall and all hell breaks loose. Factions soon form, one being the most insane and wicked of them all, the Reapers. Reapers are not all to fear. mutated humans that...
