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THE FATAL ARROW
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The little boy stood on the lawn and looked at his house sadly, cursing the minutes ticking by, distancing him from his family. He looked through the window into his room. There was a rocking horse and next to it.. his beloved Stetson hat. He loved it so much, loved to rock on the horse, pretend to be like them, the cowboys on TV. In his seven years of life, he had fallen in love with the cowboys and wanted to be just like them. But now.
He saw his mother and father looking for him. when all of a sudden, his friend ran up to them. He saw he was screaming in agony, his mother's face paled and his father's eyes shut tightly. "Billy's dead, Billy's dead!" That was this boy's name. This boy was no longer on earth as a living being. Billy remembered what had brought him here. the desire to be as macho as his friend, Danny. Danny got them a new real bow and arrow and suggested they play Cowboys and Indians! Billy was so excited! Now he could become his heroes! His mother warned him, "Billy, don't play with real bow and arrow. don't shoot it into the air!" But Billy, being the brat he always was, dismissed his mom's warnings.
Billy and Danny went outside on the lawn and what did they do? They shot arrows into the air. Billy loved it and enjoyed himself immensely, but the next thing he remembered was the cursed arrow shooting up into the air at the wrong angle. Billy watched, frozen with fear, he couldn't move. He heard his friend's voice, but it sounded like from a mile away. Then he felt the sharp arrow's point piercing his forehead, the pain was incredible. The arrow protruded his skull, the strength of the force had sent it into his brain. Billy held his hands instinctively to his wound and the last thing he saw was his hands full of thick blood pouring from his forehead. He died instantly.
And now, he watched his parents and Danny screaming over his dead body, the grass soaked with fresh blood, the arrow still embedded in his forehead. He was angry and sad - he didn't live no more, he was nothing more than a spirit wandering the Earth. Tears of frustration stung his eyes. "I am here," he repeated to his parents. He wished he had been good to his mother and listened to her. Now he would still be able to hold her, to hear her gentle voice. How stupid he was, listening to his friend more than to his mother! With this depressing thought he wandered off into the darkness of his lawn.
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It was exactly a year since Billy's death. His parents went on a visit to Billy's grandmother. They had left him all alone on the lawn. "How could they?" Billy thought. "Have they already forgotten me?" He clenched his fist where he held his little tomahawk. The arrow was still in his forehead, the blood had dried though. He didn't feel any pain now, he wasn't a human anymore. The second the arrow had pierced his head, the pain had been unbearable, a sharp pressure on his brain. Within seconds, he was dead. But now, his head had stopped hurting and that made him even more frustrating. He would rather be kept alive on machines in a hospital, than this silence and loneliness in this world of spirits.
That evening, he was standing on the darkened lawn and looked inside his house. There was no light for his parents had left for a weekend. Suddenly, he received a special visit from somebody he didn't know..
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Cyrus and his team members set up speakers transmitting Latin spells to catch their first ghost. "This ghost should not be harmful to us," Cyrus told them, "he is just a little boy who shot himself with an arrow a year ago." The Latin spells began luring First Born Son into the containment cube. Rafkin, Cyrus' assistant, put on his viewers, as did many other team members. Suddenly, something shaped up in front of them. It was a silhouette of a small boy, holding a tomahawk. His forehead was pierced with an arrow. Rafkin gasped. "Th-th-there he is." he pointed to the ghost.
The boy slowly approached them, lured by the sound of the spells. He lifted his tomahawk as a warning, but he was too weak to fight the ghost hunters. He politely walked into the containment cube. The glass doors swung shut and in that instant, First Born Son became mad, realizing that they had tricked him. He wanted to stay here on the lawn, watching his parents every night.. in the meantime, they had caught him, like a wild animal and shut him in a small glass cube! Billy beat on the glass with his tomahawk, in desperate hopes to free himself, but nothing helped. The team members took off their viewers and that meant no hope for Billy. The can't see him now, they don't care. He could beat on the glass and nobody would see him or release him. He lost the battle.
The little boy stood on the lawn and looked at his house sadly, cursing the minutes ticking by, distancing him from his family. He looked through the window into his room. There was a rocking horse and next to it.. his beloved Stetson hat. He loved it so much, loved to rock on the horse, pretend to be like them, the cowboys on TV. In his seven years of life, he had fallen in love with the cowboys and wanted to be just like them. But now.
He saw his mother and father looking for him. when all of a sudden, his friend ran up to them. He saw he was screaming in agony, his mother's face paled and his father's eyes shut tightly. "Billy's dead, Billy's dead!" That was this boy's name. This boy was no longer on earth as a living being. Billy remembered what had brought him here. the desire to be as macho as his friend, Danny. Danny got them a new real bow and arrow and suggested they play Cowboys and Indians! Billy was so excited! Now he could become his heroes! His mother warned him, "Billy, don't play with real bow and arrow. don't shoot it into the air!" But Billy, being the brat he always was, dismissed his mom's warnings.
Billy and Danny went outside on the lawn and what did they do? They shot arrows into the air. Billy loved it and enjoyed himself immensely, but the next thing he remembered was the cursed arrow shooting up into the air at the wrong angle. Billy watched, frozen with fear, he couldn't move. He heard his friend's voice, but it sounded like from a mile away. Then he felt the sharp arrow's point piercing his forehead, the pain was incredible. The arrow protruded his skull, the strength of the force had sent it into his brain. Billy held his hands instinctively to his wound and the last thing he saw was his hands full of thick blood pouring from his forehead. He died instantly.
And now, he watched his parents and Danny screaming over his dead body, the grass soaked with fresh blood, the arrow still embedded in his forehead. He was angry and sad - he didn't live no more, he was nothing more than a spirit wandering the Earth. Tears of frustration stung his eyes. "I am here," he repeated to his parents. He wished he had been good to his mother and listened to her. Now he would still be able to hold her, to hear her gentle voice. How stupid he was, listening to his friend more than to his mother! With this depressing thought he wandered off into the darkness of his lawn.
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It was exactly a year since Billy's death. His parents went on a visit to Billy's grandmother. They had left him all alone on the lawn. "How could they?" Billy thought. "Have they already forgotten me?" He clenched his fist where he held his little tomahawk. The arrow was still in his forehead, the blood had dried though. He didn't feel any pain now, he wasn't a human anymore. The second the arrow had pierced his head, the pain had been unbearable, a sharp pressure on his brain. Within seconds, he was dead. But now, his head had stopped hurting and that made him even more frustrating. He would rather be kept alive on machines in a hospital, than this silence and loneliness in this world of spirits.
That evening, he was standing on the darkened lawn and looked inside his house. There was no light for his parents had left for a weekend. Suddenly, he received a special visit from somebody he didn't know..
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Cyrus and his team members set up speakers transmitting Latin spells to catch their first ghost. "This ghost should not be harmful to us," Cyrus told them, "he is just a little boy who shot himself with an arrow a year ago." The Latin spells began luring First Born Son into the containment cube. Rafkin, Cyrus' assistant, put on his viewers, as did many other team members. Suddenly, something shaped up in front of them. It was a silhouette of a small boy, holding a tomahawk. His forehead was pierced with an arrow. Rafkin gasped. "Th-th-there he is." he pointed to the ghost.
The boy slowly approached them, lured by the sound of the spells. He lifted his tomahawk as a warning, but he was too weak to fight the ghost hunters. He politely walked into the containment cube. The glass doors swung shut and in that instant, First Born Son became mad, realizing that they had tricked him. He wanted to stay here on the lawn, watching his parents every night.. in the meantime, they had caught him, like a wild animal and shut him in a small glass cube! Billy beat on the glass with his tomahawk, in desperate hopes to free himself, but nothing helped. The team members took off their viewers and that meant no hope for Billy. The can't see him now, they don't care. He could beat on the glass and nobody would see him or release him. He lost the battle.