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Prologue
12:05 AM. That’s when I died. *Derisive snort*Looking back on it, that wasn’t that bad a way to go. It’s not everyday that you get to save someone else. But, then again, what’s the point if you just trade their life for yours. The reaper has to take someone down to hell, right?
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7 hours earlier, 5:00 PM
God dammit! School’s gotten to be such a drag. My parents and teachers continually tell me “ you are smart, you just don’t put any effort”. ‘Well maybe I FUCKING do put in some effort, and you just don’t realize that it’s a flawed system!’ ‘What is the point of homework anyways? They give you things that you need to hand in for marks, and in the end it counts for such a small portion of the total, it would be better to just have more time in class.’
I see a group of my classmates behind me. ‘ Just what I need today, more people.’ I’m what I call a pseudo-ambivert (introvert + extrovert). I can't stand people outside of school. I’m a great conversationalist and debater in school, but outside? NO FUCKING WAY! There is only a small group of people I frequently talk to outside of school, and that’s because I am picky about my friends. Better a close friend than a friend who can turn around and stab you in the back whenever they feel like. So I turn up my music and pretend not to notice them. Guess it works ‘cause they just pass by still talking.
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“What the hell?” - me
While I’m walking, I see a group of eight men, around mid-20. They are carrying huge duffel bags, almost like hockey bags. They were talking in some foreign language, which isn’t all that uncommon here. But these guys felt…wrong. I don’t know how or why but they just felt out of place. So, being the idiot I am, I followed them as they entered a bank. Then they entered the washrooms, and I realized I am about to be a hostage in a heist. But a heist? In this day and age, where we have almost all our currency digitized? Something is wrong here.
Then, they came out. Leather jackets, masks, guns, and the like. By now you should know that even I would put two and two together. This was not a heist, it was an attack.
‘HOW DARE THEY! HOW FUCKING DARE THEY TRY TO DO THIS IN MY CITY!’ suddenly everything slows down. And I mean everything. So I take advantage of this God-given gift and take my best shot. Pun intended. I take a pen from the table to my right and get behind the last one out. I stab him in the neck. ‘One down, three to go.’ I take this one's gun. A friend of mine was once a bit of a gun freak, and I knew what gun this was. An AR-10 308 assault rifle. Obviously not your run of the mill terrorist. Then I feel something shift, and time speeds up again. I start shooting at the terrorists. Then after gunning each of them down, one takes something and pulls the pin.
“SHIT” - me
I jump on the grenade, smothering the explosion and immediately dying. What came over me, I could never explain. It was like a primal need to stop anyone else from dying today. I’m a complete idiot.
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