Ruins

4-Unforgettable

"unforgettable, is an often used word,
Most of the time, it means good.
Sometimes, moments we hate,
Burrows it's home inside our brain."

Edward shoved the machete through the handle of the door. Edward And his son stood on the roof of the building which they were fleeing from a clan of Skinner's. Edward stood rubbing his chin materializing a plan.

He had taught his son everything he could, but he was only eleven years old... If it the only way, he would have to. Edwards eyes began to tear up as he kneeled down, holding his sons face.

"W-what's wrong dad?"his son asked."buddy, remember everything I told you?"he said smiling sadly.
"Of course dad, every bit!"he said bravely."well, you're gonna... You're gonna have to go on with out daddy okay?"he said, tears streaming down his face.

He paused, understanding what Edward meant."Y-... Yes, daddy..."he scoffed, tears bubbling up in his eyes.
Here, he handed his son his kukri, And positioned him hanging off of the building with the kukri dug into the wall, feet touching a windowsill.

He was clearly scared but toughed it out."daddy, I'm gonna miss you, he said wiping tears with his free hand.
"He handed his son his bag, only keeping a grenade. Banging began to sound loudly from the door.

"I love you so, much buddy!"he said as he let of his hand And backed away. He heard the door open And the screeches of the Skinner's sprinting out of the door.

He heard a faint click And multiple screeches fly off of the building after Edward. Soon after an explosion fired off.

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Edward was kaleb's father. Kaleb was the child in the flashback. All of the Skinner's ended up slain. Kaleb couldn't find his body as it exploded while falling off of the building...

Kaleb built his father a grave And buried some valuable items in his bodies place...

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Kaleb loaded his bolt action And readied the sights on the women's
Head."drop your weapons!"he screamed, making his voice sound deeper.

The old man rolled his eyes as if he was used to this And kneeled down.
The woman reluctantly set down her
M16. Scowling."don't Move!!!"he screamed, voice slightly shaking.

Kaleb slowly began stepping forward And turning around them pointing his barrel the women's head.

Once a few feet behind them he stood still, then turned And bolted toward a street corner. The lady heard his footsteps faster, harder And farther away so she picked up her gun And turned around.

Kaleb risked a glance back as she looked down the sight And fired three round burst shots at Kaleb. He gasped, clamped his hands over his head And dropped to the ground behind a crashed car in the middle of the street.

Kaleb leaned against the car door, now sweating And panting. He had never killed a human before, so he began thinking of abstract solutions.

He reluctantly peeked his eyes only above the window And quickly glanced around. The old man completely concealed behind the opposite street corner And the Lady's elbows And face showing as she hid behind a pole, much similar to the one he slept in previously.

Kaleb set down his bag And tried the car door to the backseat. Locked. He raised up the butt of the rifle And shattered the window with a mighty heave.

He unlocked the door And crawled through the backseat with his gun, on hands And knees. He tried rolling down the other window.

Nothing gave, so he thought he needed to turn the car on if it still worked. He leaned across the console, fiddling with the car key trying to remember his Father's brief lesson on hotwiring cars.

"Think, Kaleb, think!"he mumbled to himself, rubbing his temples. Before he could remember anything, the backseat window shattered open with the sound of assault rifle gunfire. Shattered glass sprawled across the backseat.

Kaleb pulled his torso into the backseat, crunching on glass And covering his head. He squeezed as low as possible And readied his gun.

He exhaled out ever so slowly And time seemed to slow from his perspective And every detail soaked in.

The knees of his jeans were ripped And bleeding from diving down onto concrete And from glass. A nose bleed would soon approach as he could smell the thick, salty taste inside his synus.

He pulled back the bolt action.
Chik...Chik...
He brought the sight to his eye as he raised up into the window.
The small dot on the sight rested on her upper chest.

Kaleb's face emotionless, exhaled slowly...Whoo... His finger tapped the trigger a couple times And...