Grips

Chapter 5- Humanity

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        I had no other choice. I had to leave. I had to leave every memory, every feeling, and every thought that I had ever experienced. Deep down I knew, that once I left, I would never come back. And if I ever did, I wouldn't be the same.

     "Okay, " I answered simply, "but I'm going alone."

     He was hiding something; I knew it. I saw it in his troubled eyes that had no end. I couldn't trust him completely. It was as if he knew something that I didn't. I wasn't stupid, anyway. I wasn't going to jump behind him just to be protected. If what he said was true, he was in the same amount of danger-possibly more- than I was. Yet his expression showed neither a sign of anger or surprise. Instead I thought I saw a hint of a sad smirk. It scared me. It showed how slim he thought my chances of survival were.

      "You need to go," I stated. At any moment, anyone could walk in and this conversation would cost both of our lives.

       He nodded once, but instead of leaving, he took a step towards me. Unwillingly, I stepped back. He stepped forward. It became a cat and mouse game and I knew my eyes were laced with fear as I felt something behind me.

   He held me hostage with his gaze and approached me until he was no less than a few inches away from my face. His eyes were intent and unwavering yet blazed like torches, burning frantically. I wanted to look away, but the hold his eyes had on me was unbreakable. "You have to leave," he whispered softly, his voice thick with emotions. "It isn't safe," he slowly warned, emphasizing each and every word. At this warning, I couldn't hold the shudder back.

     With this, he fired his gun into the corner to make it clear I was dead. I nodded to myself and closed my eyes, trying to calm myself down.

     His warning echoed into my mind. It isn't safe.
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       I hid behind a tree, waiting for them to past. I knew better than to let my impetuous anger get the best of me, than to give in to the rage filling up my heart. These people had destroyed and burned my life to the ground. They had ripped away the people I cared most about and yet, here they stood. Alive, well, and laughing. I clenched my jaw; It took everything I had to not shoot one in the leg.

      As they were speaking in Russian, I couldn't distinguish what they were saying. Their words seemed to melt into the others and their sentences sounded like one long blended word.

      My mind drifted away to him. My assailant yet protector. I couldn't convince myself which one he was. A few minutes after he'd left, I had set out to find he had left his gun. I, now, looked down at it and grabbed it harder. The gun was small with a length of about six inches and a height of about five inches. On the side, the numbers 5,45x18mm were engraved. It felt heavy even though it weighed about fifteen grams. It was cold and made me feel uncomfortable as if I had blood in my hands. I hated it. I couldn't see how anyone found pleasure in shooting one. It made me feel dirty, but the thing that I hated most was that it gave me a sense of peacefulness.

      I couldn't get his words out of my head. I knew it wasn't safe, but the way he said it showed there was much to it than I thought.

    I came to my sense and noticed the Nazis were gone. I clutched the gun and came out from behind the tree, holding my gun in front of me, aiming it to no one in particular. I knew someone was here. I felt the presence of a person.