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A Short Story: The Things They Carried Thud

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En train de tout abandonner

With short, shallow breaths trying to calm himself, he steps onto the train. His palms drip with cold, nervous sweat, he worries that the curious eyes of the reserved passengers don't notice the hypersensitivity of his actions. Another quick breath. The shivering of his knees starts to highlight the unpredictability of his nerves. Attempting to take his mind off of his vibrating legs, he glances over to his comrade in the adjacent cabin who appears to be handling himself with ease. The metallic click of the train doors closing reverberate through the travelling metal drum. He knows there's no backing out as he hears the automated announcer over the speakers. "Bienvenue à la seulement train direct à Lyon." Anxiously …show more content…

As he pulls it out of his pocket he reads the single word he was waiting for. "Go." Thud. Thud Thud. Muffled gun shots fills his ears from the cabin behind. In one swift motion, he stands up and pulls the automatic rifle out of the duffel bag. He fires a shot into the air to grab the attention of the passengers before he starts giving orders. "Everybody get down on the ground! This is a hostage situation!" He can feel every pulse of blood going through his body. Adrenalin kicks in. Exhilarated by the power he has over the situation, he grips the gun tight and fingers the trigger, his knees stop shaking. Contracting his index finger, the gun fires again. More adrenaline shoots through his body. Everything is going exactly to plan, up until he notices how calm and collected the American men seem to be considering the danger of the situation. The smallest speck of doubt flickers across his face. Before he is able to dismiss it, the Americans nod at each other and whisper something. He pulls up his gun and aims at the Americans but before he has the chance they are on him. The sense of control that, before recently, had been flooding his veins has now been replaced with the sinking feeling of doom and regret. Strong, calloused hands grasp his dominant arm. The type of calluses that is only formed after many years of forced labour. His attempts to resist are determined although futile as the gun is already out of his hands. Fingers …show more content…

A metallic clank echoes through the cabin. The emergency door swings open with the force of a hurricane and the other hostage-taker enters the cabin. A flash of light and sound envelopes the senses of everybody in the cabin and with that flash the second hostage taker die s/ed. The doom and regret that had previously shrouded his thinking was now replaced with burning anger and undying rage. Turning back to the shorter one he grabbed a piece of shattered glass from the cabin window and exploded with the force of a thousand suns into the man's neck. Visciously lacerating his jugular vein and squirting blood on him along with many of the horrified passengers looking on in horror. The warm crimson tidal waves soaked his modest clothes. Falling to his knees and allowing the blood of the American man to run down his body, he felt the cold metallic ring of the rifle muzzle press against the back of his neck. "Don't move" the American orders, with his voice portraying both his fiery rage as well the despair of losing a close friend. The assailant didn't attempt to resist as he knew it would be in vain, the only movement he made was subtly, but very, very carefully placing his hand in his pocket and pressing a

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