On the 24th of December, 2000, Mark and Anna had come to this paticular pier to celebrate their sons birth. This was how Mark had got the scar. They were watching the white, grey black seagulls - as he was now - skim the water to catch their prey. They had been alone on the pier, until half an hour later. Gunmen appeared, unexpected, loaded ready to fire. They were dressed in black, holding their cold, black pistols up with both arms. They'd shot, aiming to hit both Mark and Anna at the same time, with the baby in Annas arms. This had been a terrorist group escaping from prison. One black, explosive bullet was fired straight at Annas temple, next to the ear and forehead, and had succeded its horrible job.
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The Gunmans Job
Horrorthis is my first ever story on here so i know its gunna be bad. here we go.
