Lost in Stalemate
Nothing Special.
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I'm running, from what though? My hands are colored red, and yet they seem like a ghostly white creature. Stinging pain is sweeping through my nerves. A tree, left or right, left, that seems right? I have a knife? Or is it a pistol. It's a pistol, I can hear again, my feet pounding the ground, my breath becoming more frail, and a flock of spearow. That's right, that one spearow couldn't forgive me for my stupid mistake, and now they are all after me. Memories, it's the good ones I want...
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"Here, take this for safety in case," his older buddy then gave him the pistol. They were at a campground.
"Hey! How do you expect him to handle a gun?" his other buddy asked annoyed.
"Because I can! See?" I shot it at a tree, but then I heard a high pitched scream. I looked behind me, and there was a hole in a log.
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That was a memory I DIDN'T want to remember. I see light. I'm leaving the Viridian forest! Come on! I'm here! I'M ALIV... Nononononononononononononono! NO! Not a dead end!
I looked behind me, there they were, ready to strike any second. Then I looked at the gun. I knew the gun couldn't take down all of them, and I knew they'd be merciless. I am going die... wait! There! A trail! This must be a camp spot. I ran to it, but then I found out, the Fearow were coming down that way, and there's a little girl. I couldn't let her get hurt, so I stepped, and fell face to the floor. I couldn't go on. I saved the world many times, but maybe, my time is up. Someone else can stand up and be the next world hero. I picked up the gun with what little strength I had, and shot myself point blank.
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Screaming. I hear a little girl screaming. Confusion, I hear too many voices. It's over. I won. The flock stopped. Goodbye.