Personal Narrative: Tristan And Sniper

Seeing as there was nowhere else to go, you shuffled over to the opening and frowned. It was dark and you could just barely make out a doorway to what was most likely another room. What really threw you off guard was how nicely the doorway was carved. An intricate pattern wove itself around the exit. Did that mean… someone else was here? At the thought of possibly being able to get out of here with the help of another person made you scurry over to the patterned doorway with little hesitation. The sleeves of your two-sizes-too-big sweater fell down to wrap loosely around your forearms when you reach over and grabbed the wall to peak around into the next area.

I woke up in hot sweat, well, not a hot sweat exactly, but it felt like my body was melting and my head felt quite foggy. I didn't really pay attention to much that was different about my surroundings until I heard a faint, yet gentle voice approach me from across the hall. It sounded like Phoebe but different. The voice sounded older and less pure, so it couldn't be Phoebe. Everything just felt different. I noticed the clothes I was wearing were drab. If I was at Pencey I would be shamed by the entire class for showing up in these clothes. Making the connection I realised I was in quite a small room with not much to it. There was a desk which held a mountain of papers. There was an old rickety chair, and a small dresser. Other than that

My legs are shaking with pain, but I need to know where I am and what strange things lie outside of that door way. Slowly I am making my way there, I hear people having a conversation just outside. I haven’t a clue what they are saying, it seems to be in some odd language. Finally I’m at the door. Terrified, I grab the knob and start to open it. It squeaks when I swing it open. In the hall I see no one, just white walls with white tile. “What the,” I say to out loud. I could have sworn I heard someone. My eye catches my room number, 387, it has my name on it. I look right and left, but see nothing expect florescent lighting and shut doors. I go to the door across from mine and try to open it. Locked, that’s odd. I try the next one, locked once again. I keep going, now at room 365 I give the knob a turn and it actually comes open. I hesitantly wander into the area. It looks the same as mine, minus the painting on one of the walls. It is an extremely abnormal painting. It depicts an out of the ordinary creature. “Why would this be in a hospital?” I whisper to myself.

oals, I thought to myself as I sprinted down the field, ball in my net. The scorching sun beat down on my back, as if trying to slow me down as I passed defender after defender, trying to score that next goal.

Where were my team? Were they dead, like Spy? Was I the only one left? I felt nauseous, all these thoughts flooding me weren’t helping my situation. The enemy was calling my name, he would find me and he would kill me.

I read Chris Kyle’s autobiography “American Sniper”. Kyle was a U.S. Navy SEAL, and served four deployments in Iraq. He grew up in central Texas, and for a while was in Rodeos, until he was injured and then he chose to go into the Navy. He was married to his wife Tara, and they had two children together, a boy and a girl. Some say he has the highest kill count of any American that has served, with the total somewhere around 255 confirmed kills. Kyle was shot and killed on a gun range on February 2nd, 2013.

I crawl towards the light and began to stretch my right arm towards it, I could feel it is the door; they left it open. I slowly pull the door open, revealing an environment just like a jail. I scan around me and see that I am surrounded by guards. Although, I also see that the entrance of this encampment is located a few metres away from me. I know this is my only chance of survival. I sprint towards the door, I turn around and begin to see a group of guards behind me, I continue to run and reached half-way, I hear a woman scream "hey!" but did not turn around. I am now near the gate, although I keep hearing the same voice, a scream in fact. I turn around for a split second and saw a woman. Our eyes instantly lock together like two magnets. I know the look on those eyes, they're the same fearful yet innocent eyes that I saw from my mother when she was murdered by the Gaia family. "Zuco!" she says. I stood there for a moment, guns pointing at me like a hundred cameramen taking pictures of a celebrity. It can't be, I saw her death first hand, although there is this feeling that I cannot remove, the uncertainty of whether or not this is even possible. I am so close to the door, I know that I can turn around and possibly make it out, or go towards my mother but surely we both will die. It isn't worth it. I look at her and thought she would be fine if I left her. I took a sigh and ran straight towards the door, I also spot that my mother is running too, unsure of what direction. I continue to run but as I run further and further a white structure appears to be getting larger and larger in front of me. I am running towards a wall. Although, there seems to be another structure, only this time shaped like a human being. As I run closer to it, I realise that it is my mother. I came running as fast as I can towards her, and after twenty years I received my first hug, I

Somebody stole my gjallarhorn and i don’t know how it got lost or who took it. I think it was Marley who took it, but i can’t be for sure. Have you seen it anywhere?” “Me? Nah i couldn’t have seen it because i was here for like, 10 minutes or so.”

“We’ll take you to see doctor Bleeden (Pronounced BLEEDING. WTF?) on Tuesday. He’s closed Monday for the holiday.”

He was staring right at me as I pulled the trigger. The whites of his eyes disrupted by a splatter of scarlett as the bullet ripped through his uniform. This was one of the worst parts of my new posting. Having to see the life leave the body and how personal it felt. That was someone’s husband, someone’s brother, someone’s son.

As he desperately walks away from his brother, tears begin to run down his face.

The snipers Journey in war was necessary to discovering that war pushes people to enforce brutality and violence on themselves and those they fight against, having no opportunity to shine compassion on one another. War kills innocent lives and tears apart families leaving only the feeling of hate, anger, and grief.

It was a dark and cold night during the middle of the war. I set up my sniper to get ready for the next battle. We got here early to get the upper hand on our opponents. We have to win this war. I went to the nearest rooftop that looked like it provided good coverage. I loaded my gun and did the one thing i could, I waited.

“Time to go my brother,” said Shinkai as we were on the roof top. We’re doing a mission The B.O.S.S (that's us) are trying to stop the Chinese and German air lines because they are boarding American people and have bombs on the planes so now we’ve got to stop them. “Get your snipers and ziplines setup and ready just in case if they see us,” I shouted. It was going to be tough but our plan was foolproof so we were clear on that one.(and B.O.S.S means Brutal Official Se Society)”Sir they spotted us”said Carl.(the new member of the group his name's Carl he's pretty nice) “Let's move out men stick to the plan we can't lose anybody,” Ethan shouted. “Danny fire when ready,” Rayson told me.(we call him Ray instead of Rayson) “Get to the chopper Terminator classic” I shouted. “Danny we could use some missiles right now,” Matt said while hitting me in the head. “Yeah,yeah I’m on it,” I said sarcastically.

I was at the pier. It was approximately 2 AM and I was wondering why I was out there I fell asleep that night and all of a sudden I was there then I noticed it was a full moon and I remember that I was bitten by a werewolf and this was my first transformation. I also remembered that I needed to be careful because the vampires are out and a long time ago we became enemies and we’re still enemies today we’ve been trying to kill one another or transform others to join the group our base is underground at least that’s what the werewolf said when he bit me. I was thinking to myself that that was just a dream but I guess now it is reality and I have to live with it now so I tried looking for the base since all he said was it was underground it took