What would you do in my situation?
My eyes travel up the barrel of the gun,that is pointed at me, and look at the man holding it. Cold eyes, his face wiped of emotion other that the sadistic smirk that was always present on his face.
This wasn't meant to happen. I wasn't meant to die today, especially not by his hands.
I'm barely 18 years old for crying out loud. I'm not a hero and I'm certainly not a killer.
I can't be what they want me to be.
What they need me to be.
I'm not making any sense am I?
Let me start from the beginning.
My name is Billy Noris and this is my story.
YOU ARE READING
Raven.
Action"You didn't Siriously...?" "Yup." "But you just..." "I know." "Does that mean...?" "More than likely." I turned from the burning wreckage and looked him dead in the eye. "In my defence I was left unsupervised." ------------- Welcome to the twenty fi...
