You exit your room, throwing on a tank and some shorts first. It's quiet again, but you feel as though something terribly wrong is going to happen. You live in the smallest room, at the end of a hall in your apartment. There are three other doors in the hall. Across from yours is Evana's room. Next to her doors left is her sister's room, and across from that room and to the left of yours, is where Evana's parents sleep.
The hall opens up to the rest of your apartment, first it's the living room with a door for the bathroom, and a corner area for the kitchen, making the layout of your tiny abode. Seeing nothing wrong, you re enter your room and go back into a light sleep. Not soon after you hear a scream.
'Evana's mother!'
You propel yourself out of bed throwing the door open to your door. Every one else's door was open except for Evana's. She had opened her door simultaneously, and both of you exchanged looks. She ran in front of you into the living room to find a thief holding a gun to head of Evana's mother.
"Stay back or I kill 'er too!" he hissed.
'Too?,' you think. And then you spot him. The man you considered a grandfather, lays face down as he bathes in his own blood, a large knife protruding from his neck.
Your mind comes blank at the sight, staring in abject horror. Evana sees this and gags, moving in between you and the now murder. He yells to get our attention.
"Give me EVERYTHING you have of worth,NOW!"
Evana's sister goes to hand him her ring she wears for good luck, and in getting closer, moves for his gun, and struggles to get it out of his hand despite him still holding Ma.
BAM! Clink.
Silence. Evana's sister clutches her stomach and falls to the ground.
"Now look what you've done. Two dead, three witnesses. NOT a good situation. Looks like i'll have to loot your corpses then," he said as he shoots grandma and points at Evana next.
'Oh gods. Help us.'
"Please, don't hurt her!" you plead.
He points at you."Shut up girlie. You'll be dead soon enough, so be a good corpse, and SHUT UP!"
He aims back at Evana.
Fear.
Hatred.
Fight or flight kicks in and you topple over in pain as he pulls the trigger.
You're overwhelmed. So much at once, no time to react and nothing you can do.
The dominoes start to fall.
Your world ends,
Where your power begins.
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Poor Decision (that's the name for now)
ActionThis is a story I wrote as a stress reliever a while ago, I decided to pick it up again. As it goes currently, it follows from two characters perspectives. One perspective is your POV, while the other is from Iden, your... "acquaintance." Enjoy part...
