Personal Narrative: The Chase

I walked over and said, “If we run fast enough, we can get down there.”

Six machine guns were suddenly trained on us. I could hear clicks as safeties were being disengaged.

The first person I had to try to kill was a 21 year old man who called of the gun deal with one of our branches. This was the very first time i had ever gotten to assassinate someone or at least try to. The hardest thing about trying

When I asked to join the terrorist group, they said I had to do a truly terrible act and get away with it. I think this was the moment. I sped to the war memorial and noticed there was only one soldier standing guard. This is the perfect opportunity I thought as I shot him. The butchery was so amazing. Now to the average person this would be crazy, but the fact that one bullet could do this to a person's head.

“So you think he is fine? It ended so weird” I ask as I remember those words, you don’t know all my secrets.

I heard beeping outside, and dashed right out the door. My team mates drove to Morton west, where we would meet the rest of the team.

”Pegale cabron! Mas fuerte” I heard voices yelling and chanting from a distance that didn’t seem too far, flickering a danger flag in my head. I looked around until i saw a quick movement from the corner of my eye. It appeared to be two men fighting underneath the old massive stadium i had just finished running around with my older sister. I wanted to go and investigate the situation but in the back of my i head i heard my mom’s voice saying “don’t talk to stranger, avoid danger.” It took some convincing but my sister soon agreed to check it out, and In minutes we were on our way to where we thought the fight was happening.

Instead of the flame like flashes of the guns and the whistles from the bullets flying past me praying that the next one doesn't hit me. Nothing can prepare man let a lone a boy to pull the trigger on his first human.

The man on the rooftop was dressed completely in black, from his shoes to the suit he was wearing under his knee-length trench coat. He glanced at his watch. 12:05. In another 10 minutes, he would be done with the deed. He turned quickly, coat flailing in the wind, and headed for the stairwell. Once inside, he grabbed his rifle, and the silencer he had recently acquired. He had been practicing his shooting for several weeks to prepare for this moment. He hurried to the window, made sure no one was watching, though being so late, who would even be looking anyway? He pulled the rifle to his shoulder and waited. Two long minutes passed before he finally saw his target. He took careful aim and squeezed the trigger. Looking through the scope, he saw the man crumple to the ground in a heap. Satisfied that his work was done, the man in black packed up his gun and left through the stairwell, sliding down the ladder to get to his car that he had left in the alley next to the building.

We all separated to find clues, I stayed in the kitchen. I found a handgun.

I heard him grumble, and he set me down, “You guys should go first. Don’t want you guys stuck behind me.” He said.

Their team called a timeout, our coach running over to our defence screaming, “WHAT ARE YOU DOING OUT THERE! STOP THEM!!” You could almost see the steam rush out of his ears. I bet he was thinking we were hopeless for this game. On the other hand a tall kid with short brown hair with the name of Eddie walked over to me and stated, “What are we doing out there? If we

“Let’s get off this ship,” They jogged to the nearest lifeboat and rowed to the approaching enemy

By the time I realized it we were already reaching the main road and he called out to his friend and

I took a deep breath, "I 'm fine, Dickie, just a long day". I finished Bruce 's leg, "your spare clothes are in there" I said pointing to a cabinet.