Creative Writing: Kira's First Killings

“I will never quit. My nation expects me to be physically harder and mentally stronger than my enemies. If knocked down I will get back up, every time. I will draw on every remaining ounce of strength to protect my enemies and to accomplish our mission. I am never out of the fight.”

While this was all happening Wilbert had notice that he need to stop this. David had tried to open the door to let Hannah out. Hannah was out and all three of them tried to call 911, but they had to go outside to call in order to get service. Both Hannah and Abigail go outside and David stays inside in case of anything. Wilbert was on his way to their house. He went through the backyard and he saw Hannah. Abigail was out there yet because she was pregnant and she was slower. Wilbert had stabbed Hannah to death and she had died. He went to the living room which was where David was. Wilbert went behind his back and hit him with a hammer that was lying on the table. Abigail at this point was hiding in the bathroom hoping that wilbert won't find

“It is my deepest belief that only by giving our lives do we find life. I am convinced that the truest act of courage, the strongest act of manliness is to sacrifice ourselves for others in a totally non-violent struggle for justice.”

5) What emotions and thoughts were going through your mind as you learned about the attacks?

“I am in earnest – I will not equivocate – I will not excuse – I will not retreat a single inch – AND I WILL BE HEARD.”

“I am in earnest – I will not equivocate – I will not excuse – I will not retreat a single inch – AND I WILL BE HEARD.”

A police report was released over the death of Mark Fischbach. His brother, Sean Fischbach, was killed a few weeks ago being shot it the back. Mark wrote a note shortly before his death. The note read:

“Even when you hate me, I still love you, and I will be loyal to you until the day I die. I would do anything for you and pay any price out of loyalty and love; you must realize that by now.”

"So, I'm going to the diner to get food for me and my daughter and then heading back home." I pull off.

The first shot came without warning. The first scream was that of a child. Some of us died instantly, others bled out in the street, dead after a few minutes. The wounded were refused treatment as a punishment, most of them died after a week. Some of them are still dying, the shrapnel within their flesh infecting their blood.

“I’m going to kill you.” It’s a threat. A threat he will, most likely carry out, but there’s something in his expression that tells me differently. It’s something that doesn’t make sense with his personality. It’s fear. A fear I know all to well. Fear that he’ll be left here to die and no one will care. The same kind of fear I’ve experienced.

“ i know it’s going to be a hard task but, i will do anything to protect the world from danger.”

And he is fully willing to sacrifice his very life for this: “… I alone will fulfill the wish of your people … or die in the foe’s grasp.”

The room is humid, filled past capacity with dozens of androgynous people known as the Keine, a group of assassins. They’re all milling about, skin grey and faces concealed with gas mask-esque covers. One of them pulls on a pair of rubber gloves, letting them snap around their wrists. This individual makes their way to the podium at the front of the room and stands there, depending on order to restore itself instead of just calling for silence.

“You did the best you could, given the circumstances. Uniting the Federation, under your leadership; giving hope to tribes across the world.”