Bedtime Stories for Kids

I Felt Nothing

     I saw the blade impaling my stomach, but felt nothing. I felt nothing because I couldn't feel pain. Didn't that idiot know that? Or did he not care? I pulled the sword out of my body, watching little bits of flesh cling to it before dropping to the floor. I gave the blade a small twist, and noticed how he flinched when blood spattered across both our faces. He produced a small throwing knife from his holster, and aimed it towards me. I held out my hand to catch the blade, but instead saw it pierce my flesh. It made an odd squelching sound, and blood gurgled as it spilled through the wound. I pulled the knife out of my hand. At this point, all my energy and strength was going away, the sense of adrenaline fading.

     I looked at the knife and wiped the blood off on my bloody, previously white sweatshirt. I did the same with the other blade I was holding, then ran forward and thrust it into his chest. He stumbled back from the force, and I took advantage of his moment of distraction to fling the throwing knife into his skull. It made a noise between a crack and a thunk. It was oddly satisfying, in a way.

     My vision was beginning to fade- everything looked black and fuzzy around the edges. But I had to finish the job, I couldn’t give up now. I ignored the nausea, and the disgusting taste of blood and vomit.

     I pulled a gun out of my gun holster, a magnum .45, and shot it at his heart. He collapsed, and his body crumbled into moist, reddish soil, and blew away, despite the fact that there was no wind.

     The sky seemed to drip down like paint, leaving behind a blank, white background. Everything faded to shades of grey and white, before it all deteriorated like ashes and blew away as well.

     My vision completely faded to black, the darkness taking over my mind. The last thing I heard was the voice of Father, whispering a congratulations into my head.