Wow! Thanks to everyone who reviewed! You made me so happy, luckily it's
the half term now, so I'll have loads of time to update =D Oh, BTW, some
of you mentioned I was evil, let's just take the time to say, you ain't
seen nothing yet! Lol, sorry! I know I'm mean to him, but it's just how I
write!!
Anyway.Let's get on with the story (plz keep your reviews coming in!)
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"Seamus.I'm serious.Shoot me!" Harper had seen the look in his father's eyes before, he was determined to be shot. Harper had no choice, he had to do what his father wished.
He raised the gun and tried to steady it, although it was hard because his hands were shaking so much. New tears began streaming down his face, covering the tracks of the old ones that had fallen not so long ago.
Harper pointed the gun to his father's head, then looked away, the pain in his heart was almost to much to bear. "Do it." He heard his father gasp. Harper hesitated, then pulled the trigger back as far as he could.
The sound was deafening, the metal from the gun seemed to burn his hands, he dropped the gun and for the third time that day fell to his knees.
Did Harper really just do what he thought he did? His mind went blank and he fell victim to the screams and disgusting images that were stuck of repeat in his memories.
Harper must have fallen unconscious, because he woke up and night had fallen. He stood up, ignoring the sharp pangs of hunger, and carefully made his way outside, avoiding eye contact with the bodies of his parents that lay upstairs and down.
He walked straight past everyone in the streets, viciously pulling himself out of anyone's grasp. He didn't care anymore. Anyone who looked at him would get the impression that he was just trying to avoid the scene of death, but Harper was battling with his emotions in a fierce war of sadness and fury.
He wanted to run back and cradle his mother in his arms, break down sobbing and say goodbye. He wanted to apologise to his dad, beg him to make things better like he always used to, but he couldn't.
Harper didn't actually know where he was going, he just carried on walking, as far away from the village as he could. He came upon a small wood, it was that forest he slept in last night. When his father was still alive. No, he couldn't think about that - it was too hard. He had to stay focused.
He could smell something - it smelt good, his stomach growled loudly. Harper looked round, then took off into the forest towards whatever the smell was.
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Beka shoved the heavy box into the Maru scowling slightly. Tyr had gone off to hunt something, leaving her to load up the ship. She had some eggs boiling in a pot in the clearing.
"Trance! Are those eggs ready yet?" She called, dropping the box and making her way over to the sparkly purple woman that was stirring something (apparently the eggs) in a pot.
"I think so Beka - Yeah, they're done." She replied, looking proud and lifting the pot of the fire then shrieking as it burnt her hands. Harper watched the two women through the trees, he couldn't help but snigger quietly to himself when the purple one burnt herself. He knew it was wrong - but after suffering for almost his whole life - it felt good to see someone from the outside world getting hurt.
"Think that's funny do you boy?" Snarled a voice behind him. Harper spun round and cried out with fear. A tall Nietzschean stood over him, black hair hung down to his shoulders and loaded guns in his holsters. He leant down towards Harper until he was eye-to-eye with him.
"I'll say it again - Do you think that's funny?" The Nietzschean asked again - but with a less threatening note in his voice then there was before. Harper scrambled backwards slightly and shook his head.
"N - No I Just - I - No!" He stuttered, glancing round urgently for ways of escape. As he looked round, the Nietzschean grabbed hold of Harper's shirt.
Anyway.Let's get on with the story (plz keep your reviews coming in!)
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"Seamus.I'm serious.Shoot me!" Harper had seen the look in his father's eyes before, he was determined to be shot. Harper had no choice, he had to do what his father wished.
He raised the gun and tried to steady it, although it was hard because his hands were shaking so much. New tears began streaming down his face, covering the tracks of the old ones that had fallen not so long ago.
Harper pointed the gun to his father's head, then looked away, the pain in his heart was almost to much to bear. "Do it." He heard his father gasp. Harper hesitated, then pulled the trigger back as far as he could.
The sound was deafening, the metal from the gun seemed to burn his hands, he dropped the gun and for the third time that day fell to his knees.
Did Harper really just do what he thought he did? His mind went blank and he fell victim to the screams and disgusting images that were stuck of repeat in his memories.
Harper must have fallen unconscious, because he woke up and night had fallen. He stood up, ignoring the sharp pangs of hunger, and carefully made his way outside, avoiding eye contact with the bodies of his parents that lay upstairs and down.
He walked straight past everyone in the streets, viciously pulling himself out of anyone's grasp. He didn't care anymore. Anyone who looked at him would get the impression that he was just trying to avoid the scene of death, but Harper was battling with his emotions in a fierce war of sadness and fury.
He wanted to run back and cradle his mother in his arms, break down sobbing and say goodbye. He wanted to apologise to his dad, beg him to make things better like he always used to, but he couldn't.
Harper didn't actually know where he was going, he just carried on walking, as far away from the village as he could. He came upon a small wood, it was that forest he slept in last night. When his father was still alive. No, he couldn't think about that - it was too hard. He had to stay focused.
He could smell something - it smelt good, his stomach growled loudly. Harper looked round, then took off into the forest towards whatever the smell was.
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Beka shoved the heavy box into the Maru scowling slightly. Tyr had gone off to hunt something, leaving her to load up the ship. She had some eggs boiling in a pot in the clearing.
"Trance! Are those eggs ready yet?" She called, dropping the box and making her way over to the sparkly purple woman that was stirring something (apparently the eggs) in a pot.
"I think so Beka - Yeah, they're done." She replied, looking proud and lifting the pot of the fire then shrieking as it burnt her hands. Harper watched the two women through the trees, he couldn't help but snigger quietly to himself when the purple one burnt herself. He knew it was wrong - but after suffering for almost his whole life - it felt good to see someone from the outside world getting hurt.
"Think that's funny do you boy?" Snarled a voice behind him. Harper spun round and cried out with fear. A tall Nietzschean stood over him, black hair hung down to his shoulders and loaded guns in his holsters. He leant down towards Harper until he was eye-to-eye with him.
"I'll say it again - Do you think that's funny?" The Nietzschean asked again - but with a less threatening note in his voice then there was before. Harper scrambled backwards slightly and shook his head.
"N - No I Just - I - No!" He stuttered, glancing round urgently for ways of escape. As he looked round, the Nietzschean grabbed hold of Harper's shirt.