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Silent Release
The cold air left a steady stream of fog trailing after the boy as he ran down the frozen cobble stone street. It was the time of night when nothing moved, but the street lights still glowed a dull yellow. The boy quickly darted around a corner, nearly slipping on the invisible ice beneath his feet. He was freezing; his flimsy blue coat barely protected him from the frigid night air. He was shivering brutality and he licked his lips in hope of moistening the dry skin. But yet he kept on running, barely feeling the cold or the pain in his chest. It radiated throughout his entire body, sending shivers of terror down his spine.
Yes, he was scared, he had to admit that. There were many things he had to admit now. He wasn't as awesome as he thought he was, he couldn't save himself. He wasn't a hero. He was never going to become a country. His brother would never look at him with respect and love. He would never again feel his mama's hugs or the cold, stoic but loving gaze of his papa ever again. He was going to die. The truth hit him like a ton of bricks. His breath left him, tears streaming down his face, and he collapsed to the ground out of pure agony. It was time to surrender. He had run all day, and now he was just too tired to go on. As he lay there in his own frozen world, he thought. He thought of is mama, and papa, and of his little dog Hanatamago. He hoped they were safe. He hoped they forgot about him after he was gone. If he wasn't there they wouldn't have to worry about him so much, he wouldn't make trouble for them anymore, and they wouldn't have to clean up after his messes. A single tear fell from his eyes.
He thought about his brother. He sure would be happy when he died. He wouldn't get on his brother's nerves again. He had always been a bother to his older brother. He had just wanted some attention; he had just wanted to be loved. He had just wanted real family. He silently started to sob. What was the point of fighting for your life, if there was no reason to fight for it? He thought of all of the other countries, how they had never recognized him as anything other than a nuisance, and his small body shook with silent tears. As his mind swam with memories and thoughts, he barely heard the heavy footsteps slowly making their way toward him. The footsteps got closer and closer, until they stopped suddenly. Peter lazily rolled his head over, trying and failing to see his murderer's features through his teary, blurry red eyes. The man silently raised his arm, a silver pistol firmly held in his strong hand. A single tear fell. He pulled the trigger. The last thing Peter Kirkland remembered before he drifted into an endless sleep was a searing hot pain, and the dull, cruel smile of his killer.
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