I could hear my heartbeat. I could also hear footsteps getting nearer. One, two, three, pause. One, two, three, pause. They were checking the boxes for fugitives. Fugitives like me. Damn it. They got closer and closer, but, surprisingly, I wasn't afraid. I didn't feel anything, actually, but for a cool, calm, collected feeling. I thought, " If I die or am captured today, I will do so fighting." And with that, stood up and aimed for one of them. There were two. One was a medium sized, confident blond woman, with eyes as soft as ice and a smile that chilled my blood. Well, forget about my "no-feelings", they were replaced by fear and panic and hopelessness. my eyes shifted to the other. He was a tall, muscular guy with a gun and a confused faced, probably around twenty-five. I aimed at the man, he was definetely a newbie. Pity I never got to pull the trigger.
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@cookiekitty45 Thanks! I always write somewhere story-starters, but I never seem to finish any one of them... shrug
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