William Rose: The First Adventure

The Definition of Betrayal

A Few Minutes Later....

I remember waking up in the rubble of the schools, with two other pieces of a dead corpse next to me.

What the hell happened?, I asked myself.

My vision still wasn't clear, more blurry than clear.

Eventually, my vision focused on a group of about seven people.

And in the middle of those people.....

Was Jacob.

He had the jacket on.

His eyes...

Were blood red.

And he held a gun towards my face.

"JACOB! WHAT THE HELL IS ALL THIS?!", I asked him.

He looked at me, laughing manically.

"No matter how many A's you can get on your tests, you never did figure out real world problems, did you, Will?", he asked me.

"Don't you see? I'm not Jacob!", he continued.

He began to walk towards me, with his eyes glaring crimson red.

"But.... we were..", I said to him.

"Was everything we did... all just a.... Lie...?", I asked him

"See? Now you're starting to get it!", he told me.

Someone from the CoV told me, "And our Leader's even smarter than you are, kid!"

"Jacob, please tell me you're kidding!", I said to him.

He held the gun to my forehead, and said:

"Does it look like I'm kidding?"

He swiped the gun at my ear, hoping to probably shoot it and my brain.

I dodged the gun, and stole it from him, and broke his arm all in one move.

He laughed. 

"Nice moves, Rose. But you're too old-fashioned.", he told me.

I looked at his arm, which should have been broken, but was perfectly fine.

W-w-w-w-w-w-what?

He grabbed his gun, this time, and knocked me to having my back touching the floor, with him perched over me like a hawk, getting ready to kill its prey.

He put his gun at my right forearm...

And shot.

He put his gun at my left... forearm.

And shot.

He put his gun at my right calf.

And shot.

He put his gun at my left calf.

And shot.

Now onto my head, I thought.

He pointed the gun at my head, but hesitated.

The gun started to shake, as did his hand.

"What's wrong, Jacob? Too scared to take the shot?", I asked him, taunting him.

I've got to hold out for as long as I can

"Or is it that you can't?"

Maybe starting a conversation will work....

"So why the hell are you doing this anyway?"

No, he doesn't want to talk....

"I'm here to kill you", he said, whilst his hand still trembled.

DAMMIT SEARGEANT!

I pushed my head close enough to the gun to feel its muzzle at my forehead, "SO SHOOT ME, JACOB! SHOOT ME!"

Then I head a gunshot, and everything went black.

Cold.

Unforgiving.

Familiar.

Black.