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The Hessian

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Reads 382
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Parts 3
Time 22m

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I could feel the musket ball bite slowly into my gut, but it wasn’t the blood spilling out onto the snow that scared me; it was the hot led, tearing well into my stomach before eventually slowing, and finally lodging near my spine, carrying all of the carnage it had created with it. The round went nearly through me, bringing me to the ground in less than a second, everything I could see faded slowly to black as a puddle of piercing red collected about me.

In war, there is no honor, no pride, and no regret for one's own actions.(CC) Attribution-NoDerivs

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This story was written when I was 12 and apparently did not know what a comma was. I decided to leave it up because it was my first story, read at your own risk. Today was a normal day or as normal a day in hiding could get. I was running from Brown Ridge because their greatest weapon has turned against them, me. WARNING: I wrote this story when I was thirteen. It is completely unedited so read at your own risk. Also, some touchy subjects mentioned. Working on editing now.