Creative Writing: The Assassination

Hoping that no crowd of friends are watching, the fox takes a running leap for for the wall.

“Some people say I was lucky to survive, other will say I deserved it for the choice I made. I’m here to say I was lucky, it’s never ok to say your life isn’t worth living even at your worst you can always look forward tomorrow will come and if you put your mind to it you’ll see that anything is possible.” – Stephen McGregor Professional Paralympian

I comfortably drive my car into the desolate street, Perusing the deserted buildings, Smashes windows and rusted For Sale signs. The car locked up like Fort Knox. I observe the street for trouble. Two young boys look at me from afar as if I'm an alien. Do I stand out that much same greasy hair, expensive clothes, a smart car I suppose I am out of my comfort zone? “Mister, you don’t belong here” his hand gripped his switch. “Pony.... Ponyboy Curtis” I stammer “I live here or at least I did, I'm here to see two-bit’ The Boys turn around “geez his old now” the boy's chirp. The boys stroll away in awe that they saw the great Ponyboy.

“Okay pray i have a good shot.” He pulls his gun and shoots the ropes you fall.

"Wake up, partners," the trail boss, James called. I sleepily looked up , shivered, and saw I was the only one not up. "Here," James said, giving me the horses' bridles and saddles. "Take these and get the horses ready. We have a long day today." I groaned in reply and set up the horses for the day's long drag. I was the horse wrangler and this was my everyday job but I still couldn't get use to the idea of waking up before the sun and working. We drove the cattle into open plains against the winter's cold wrath.

“I don’t know. Tabitha took off with him a few hours before you guys showed up.”

As he flew by them he cried out "Ill be seeing you two later" with a vengful menacing sounding voice only the fox posessed.

behind him. He saw the small black camera peering down at him, he stared into it for a second and then headed back to the Foxbridge Transportation Shop. The rest of the day went by slower than usual, Hunter found himself repeating “Foxbridge is safe, Foxbridge is safe.” At six o'clock a voice on the intercom boomed through the town saying, “Citizens of Foxbridge, you may return to your homes at this time. And remember Foxbridge is

‘She was right you know, Lord Fox,’ Alexander whispered when they were out of earshot.

You opened your eyes with a determined glare just to see an outraged Foxy and hovering Mangle at the now broken window panel. An unsatisfied growl escaped Foxy's mouth before rolling his pupils to the back of his mechanical skull; showing vacant eyes. "So yer back, (Y/N)? How unfortunate that 'tis be your last night!" Foxy's eyes steamed and pounced directly towards you, ignoring Springtrap whom was trying to block him from you.

Ophelia looked over and jumped to see a whole squad of Fox squirrels with leather straps on them like Maximus running towards them. Maximus quickly sat up. “What the?”

“Yeah?” I ask as he stops in front of me. “You just killed a demon.” He says with a shocked look on his face. I look at his arms for any marks.

“Actually, it was given to me by a couple of strangers..” I emphasised. The fox’s eyes went wide, “You’re joking... You’re joking!”

While driving to the restaurant, Louise thought about Justin’s sudden interest in his grandfathers and wondered why he questioned her, “He will be okay.”

“Empty, aside from MacBride’s body lying at the bottom of the stairs with a broken neck.