Through the thin layer of trees gunshots ring out.
Memories trace back through my head faintly.
I remember advertisements… I remember the house I grew up in.
I remember my mothers voice, my sisters laugh, my fathers shadow…
As I dash through the trees my feet grow tired.
The empty AK-47 I hold weighs me down as I struggle to breath.
I remember your face…
The banners…
I remember seeing the weaponry laid out.
The money i saw before me.
I was there when this organization was started.
It was true. Even from a young age… anarchist blood flows through my veins.
And now? I had something to blame- other than myself for being fooled so easily by the fascists that destroyed my home. That took you away from me. That tortured me for all of those.. godforsaken years.
God I remember the taste of blood in the air.
I saw those bandages.
I saw those, handouts…
Another shot awakens me…
I find myself face down in this cold stream.
Suddenly I see my comrades the ones I came here to do this with..
"Dervand must be stopped!"
They cheer.
I hear footsteps approaching… slowly I turn over and see you…
You aim your gun at me… putting it down slowly as you recognize me…
I wearily stand…
"Its.. you…"
I cry.
My patches are shown to her… my love, and the gun's barrel returns to me.
"What… what are you doing?..."
I cough.
"You are against me!"
She shouts.
"Why are you here…"
"To defend Dervand…"
I laugh…
"Well… I'm here to kill him."
Another gunshot echoes through the horizon.
YOU ARE READING
letters assembled.
RandomLife is a journey, One filled with more questions than answers. So whats a meaningless creature like ourself have to gain from it? *This is A story smd.
