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It was a great shock to me I could not believe that it actually happened. The grief on my parents face, the horror on my wife's. I did not want it to happen, none of us did, yet it happened as not a single one of us could influence their choice. I was the one they wanted to die ... I had to in order t o save them. Government announced my number ... I am to be this years Sacrifice !
'She turned into a monster' said the blonde haired boy sitting in the very corner of a small square room. 'She really did I saw it !' he added a second ago, looking wildly at people gathered around trying to find someone with at least a bit of belief in their eyes.
She frowned at him looking a bit gloomily. As always he had no idea what he's done wrong, but from her face there was no mistake. This time it must've been something dead serious. Normally she just shrugs his stupidies off, but this time it was a frown of real anger.
"I'm sorry ?"
He more of a guessed that actually apologised not knowing what was wrong.
Filled with fury he fun towards the closest man. His fists clenched, his eyes filled with tears, he run passing dead bodies of his fellow comrades. He did not care what was to happen next, he only wanted that bastard dead. Soon his wish was to become true and it would be his hands that were the tool of that resolved revenge.
'In one place for such a long time...' he said looking at her with his look of envy. 'Bet you never actually managed to do that, did you ?' reponded a man in black on his right. 'I never managed to stay with one girl for more than 2 weeks and you are telling me about lifetime in one spot !?' uttered the blonde man looking at a dea woman laying on the floor.
It was a trivial thing to do, yet it took all his inner strentgh to actuallly follow him and catch that guy. 'Trivial pursuit' said Jackal looking kindly into mans face 'Why did you even try to run, you know perfectly well you cannot outrun us, we are the next step in evolution... you cannot hide from us'.
He hid in the trenches from the incoming bullets. Fear spread across his face as an ugly mask, giving him a terrifying grotesque expression. He wasn't ready for it, he never was nor he will ever be. He realised it now, but NOW was already too late. His life would end soon, too soon, with a clattering sound of a mortar, he was about to meet his death, unprepared, too young for it.
In the end he was hoping to make the confession he wanted to make in a very long time. Shaking from fear of not being accepted made it even harder for him but also ensured him in his decision.
It is hard to do it as so many has failed, but yet it is one of the biggest thing a writer can accomplish. Is that it, what you seek ?
They were living by the rules and there were no exceptions. Anyone who shown the slightest will of being different, breaking the code and stepping out of the dogmatic mindset was set to extermination in an instant.
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