Racheycane
"Ready?" The man asked me, a rifle in his hand.
"I'm not too sure..." I trailed off and looked into the distance, I couldn't do this and I was hardly in the right attire for the mission. The solider was in full camo gear, whereas I was stuck in a civilian style outfit which made me stick out more than I would like.
The mission was simple, well that is what they keep saying. In reality it could get me killed.
It was round, three dimensional by the looks of it. It glowed a fiery red colour, the heat from it burnt my face and travelled down my throat. I felt like it was taking over my entire body. I felt my blood boil over. I could only describe it as someone walking over my grave but instead of sending shivers down my spine, it sent a spark of fire shooting inside me. Wrapping itself around my heart.
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