Jack's pov
I hold mark screaming for anti. He comes rushing in. "Wha-" He stood there eyes widened. "What happened to mark!?" I kept my shirt on his wound. "He got shot." "Alright what's his condition?" I took a shaky breath. "Ok, one shot to the abdomen losing blood. Victim's name Mark Fishmen, Age 7." ''Alright go get a needle,Stitch wire,Peroxide and bandages. Fast hes losing blood." I ran down stairs to get the things we needed.
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"Alright he lost some blood but I think he'll be ok." I sighed in relief. "How long do you think he'll be sleeping." "Well maybe a few day's or hours it just depends of how fast he recovers." I nodded. What if mark dies? WHAT WILL WE DO?! "I don't know just.....He won't OK!" Alright.
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Let's go to sleep. I'm tired. "Yeah i'm tired too." I yawned, stretching my arms out. I ran up the stairs to go into my bathroom to wash up. I splashed water on my face. As i looked up at the mirror I saw something. I was....
Cliff hanger Hahahahhahahah! I'm so evil
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Fantasy{This is a old book that is so bad in my opinion So please be warned. I was 11 when I wrote this it's unedited} (May Re-Write later) Jack is just a orphan right? Just a normal kid with a rusty past. He wishes it was that simple. In the Orphanage he...
