Hello Deathicated!
So, this the prologue to a story that I've been working on, and I hope you guys like it!
Enjoy! And Happy CoD Monday!
"Son, just put the gun down." The father begged, his own gun pointed at the one he called son.
"Son?" The boy scoffed. "What son am I to you? I betrayed you, manipulated you, many more things I have done to you. Why do you still care?"
"We can get you help, your mother and I. I know the same old Ezra is in there somewhere. Just, please. Put the gun down."
The son who was named Ezra contemplated for a moment, acting as if whether or not he should do what he had been prepared to do for all these months. Then finally, he decided what to do.
A gunshot rang out immediately after.
I hope you liked it! Please review! :)