3 Chances

I still remember.
The fear.
The terror.
The screams.
The blood.
My brother's eyes.
His blood running down his cheek.
Then the last blow on his head.
Dead.
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I feel a lock hair being tucked behind my ear.
'Beverly, wake up.'
I flutter open my eyes.
'Wake up.'
Half-asleep, I mumble, 'Why, what is it?'
'Hurry up! Get out of bed!'
I flinch at the harshness in his voice.
'Beverly, stop staring and come here!'
I kick off the bed sheets and cling on to his arm.
'Now, follow me and do EXACTLY what I say. Understood?'
I nod.
He ties up bed sheets and throws them out of the window.
'Now, get out and climb that apple tree.'
'Brevelle, why....'
'JUST DO IT...!!'
I hold the bed sheets and descend down.
I run and start to climb the apple tree.
When I reach the top, I expect Brevelle to be running.
I extend my neck and look down, and I see two men with a young man with black hair in their arms.
He looks up and stares at me. A tear escapes his eye and he looks away.
Before I have the chance to get down, I hear a deafening bang and Brevelle falls to
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It's all a game...
A stupid game....
You have no role..
Yet you have to play..
I should've known...
Every person has a weakness
People you love will try to betray

Fate taking away time...
Your powers deceiving you...

And you have to watch...
Peace in to war
Ice into fire
Love into hate
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I was special...
But they changed me....
Into something different...
Something dangerous...
But now I will take my revenge
After I take my 3 chances
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