An explosion killed my mom. An explosion killed my dad. Now, there is someone out there, waiting, to kill me, in an explosion as well.
I live in the shadows, well hidden away from others, frantically trying to survive.
There's been a group who have hunted everyone of my family members down and hope that none will live on and continue our legacies.
Why would someone do such a thing?
It's because my family is powerful and everyone seeks power. And perhaps, if you rid of my family, then someone else may have the chance to be just as powerful.
And I didn't think that it would be tonight when I die.
I was on the run, just like every other day. But tonight, I was being chased. I haven't been found for months until now.
I took a sharp turn and ran into an alley and ducked under some fallen over street lights as I felt the blood pumping and my heart beating.
I could hear the gun shots behind me as one swiftly scraped my ear, causing pain to shoot out of there. I clenched my ear but could not stop so continued running and jumping and heading for safety.
I try to speed up but only to find myself face to face with a man who belongs to this group with a sheepish grin.
"Guess we finally caught you," he laughed evilly. I look around, searching for an escape route. My only options were to either fight the guys—it was probably be fifteen against one—or to just make a dash for it and try to escape. This alley was completely surrounded by brick walls. I started calculating my chances of escaping when suddenly, I felt a large, painful impact of pressure and heat against my body and my ears practically bursting in pain.
When the explosion was over, I lied still on the ground in harsh, damaging pain and covered in something hot and sticky. Blood.
It feels as if someone had just stabbed me in every part of my body and left me there to die. Every breath burns my lungs and I can't even open my eyes nor can I move any part of my body.
I faintly hear shouts and if I crack my eyes open just a little bit, I think I can see people rushing everywhere. But I am no conscious long enough to see anything else.
I will probably die just like my parents, in an explosion.
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