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mean to! The bullet pierced his back, he turned around, his eyes, oh! his eyes, they were as open as they could be, glaring, gleaming at me. They stared, and stared and stared. Finally he fell. He was dead! Lifeless! Oh, 1 loved him so, yet I hated him.
I’m sorry brother, dear brother. I lifted him into the hollow tree and covered the blood spots with dirt. I lifted the guns on my back and smirked as I walked away. I was rid of him at last!
Suddenly I began to run, faster and faster and faster. 1 The leaves rustled behind me! The wind wisped quietly through the trees. The grey moon gleamed in the sky. Our light suddenly shone at me! I ran faster and faster at the top of my possible physical tolerance. Then I was grabbed. I stopped. My heart stopped. Mv lungs stopped. Everything stopped. I dared not look back! I couldn’t! My body wouldn’t move! I gasped for air, air, air! But none came.
I was flung into not the past nor the future, not Heaven nor Hell, not now not there. Everything froze! Seconds became hours, hours became months, months became years, years became centuries, centuries became an eternity. Nothing moved! Nothing changed! Oh! Brother, dearest brother, I’m so sorry, so. so, sorry!
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