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 Posted: Fri Dec 11, 2009 3:08 pm
Olan heard something tapping at the window, but he decided to ignore it. It was probably nothing important, but the tapping seemed to bother him. Deciding that he was tired of the small noise, Olan walked over to the window, which he had closed a while ago, and opened it. It was then that a loud shot was heard and Olan flinched as a bullet just grazed his cheek and buried itself in the wall behind him.
There was a gun pointing straight at him, a burning smoke emitting from it. He couldn't help but stare at the attacker, who reeked of the smell of smoke. It was as if the person had come out of a huge fire that he or someone else could have started.
The sniper let out an evil laugh, and Olan could only tremble in fright. He dared not move, lest he wanted a bullet embedded in his brain. The only thing he could do at this very moment would be to just stand there and wait for something, hopefully nothing terrible, to happen.
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Posted: Fri Dec 11, 2009 11:15 pm
Dustynn quietly followed the butterfly some more, the flashes of white and black dancing in the corners of his eyes. Whatever was going on at the moment was starting to freak him out. Then, he saw her. A small and petite girl with flowing dark purple hair and black eyes came out by Dustynn, looking him in the eyes emotionlessly. But soon, they began to smile. Dustynn smiled back, realizing who it was that he was looking at. Somuka, his sister.
But the smile didn't last long, as Somuka nodded off in the direction of the hideout. Her eyes spelt danger, and she kept on mouthing something that looked like, "Go back now." Dustynn didn't understand, but he began walking back in the hideout's direction. Somuka followed for a while, leading him back to the path before disappearing into the forestry again.
Dustynn was a little bit confused, but he smiled as he quickly made his way back. He saw his sister, finally after about ten years, but he wasn't completely happy. She seemed almost stressed, and not at all happy. What was going on?
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Posted: Fri Dec 11, 2009 11:34 pm
Olan found himself backing away, but it only gave the attacker some space to enter into the room. The gun was still pointed at him, quivering on a hand that was sweating with anticipation to pull the trigger. He saw the stranger stumble a little, and another shot was heard. Apparently, the hand accidentally pulled the trigger, but the gun had pointed to the floor at the time, so it didn't hit Olan. Still, the presence of the man really worried him. There was a momentary eye contact, but then he averted his gaze to avoid giving the attacker a reason to shoot.
There was an eerie chuckle, and then the man spoke. "So, you're that Olan kid that I've heard so much about," he said, taking some chewing tobacco out of his pocket and then putting it in his mouth. "Lock the door. We can't have any interlopers here." His finger tapped the trigger somewhat threateningly. "Well? Go on."
Not knowing what else to do, Olan slowly reached for the door. He made sure to keep it at a stalling pace, so that maybe someone would go through those doors and rescue him from this situation before things got any worse. So far, the attacker hasn't noticed.
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Posted: Sat Dec 12, 2009 2:57 pm
Dustynn slammed the door shut behind him, the sound echoing slightly through the entire hideout. All the other members had left on their daily routines. Buying guns, stealing stuff, smuggling drugs, that sort of thing. Then he heard it, loud and clear as if it had happened right next to him. A gun shot. And it was coming from his room.
The purple haired boy bolted up the stairs, making as little noise as possible. His gun was already drawn, as he positioned himself right at his open door. The man spoke to Olan, and his voice sent shivers down Dustynn's back. His father was in the room, apparently to kill Olan no less. Then the door began to close, but it was closing slowly, almost stalling. Then Dustynn understood. Olan was wasting time, hoping for somebody to come to his rescue. And Dustynn would do just that.
He waited until he heard the definite click of the bolt locking into place, then he stood up and threw his voice toward the door. "Hello? Anybody here?" He called, throwing his voice so well that he almost thought that he wasn't speaking at all. "Hello? Lorin? Marissa?"
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Posted: Sat Dec 12, 2009 3:37 pm
Olan's eyes widened at the voice. Dustynn was back, but why now of all times? He wanted to cry for help, but the gun that pointed at him looked ready to shoot at any moment. He stood frozen like a rabbit being attacked by a hawk. The shaking gun lowered a little, bringing confusion to Olan.
"So he's here," the man whispered, but Olan could hear it. He withdrew his gun, causing the red flag in Olan's mind to come up. The man was planning something, and it probably had to do with Dustynn.
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Posted: Sat Dec 12, 2009 4:33 pm
Dustynn heard his father speak, and the sound of the safety being put back. His father was retracting his gun? How odd, for him at least. But then he heard footsteps walking towards the door. Dustynn silently sprinted toward the closet door across the hallway. He threw his voice again.
"Olan...? Are you still here?" He asked, throwing it right outside the door. "I'm going to come in, if you don't mind." He muttered, silently creeping over to the door and jiggling it, just to find it locked. "Olan, why is the door locked?" He asked, no longer throwing his voice since he was there. He pulled the key out of his pocket, fiddling with it for a while before he finally opened the door. He didn't walk in, but called again. "You're still in here, right?" He asked.
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Posted: Sat Dec 12, 2009 5:03 pm
"D-don't come in!" was what Olan would have said, but the attacker's hand soon covered his mouth just as he was about to form the words. He was too frightened to try to move the hand away, and he could only wait for Dustynn to come in and get caught in whatever the man was planning.
'Run! Please run while you can!' he thought at Dustynn, but he knew it was hopeless. Unless the gang leader could read minds, there was no way Olan could send the warning with his mind.
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Posted: Sun Dec 13, 2009 12:02 am
Dustynn didn't hear much, except for the muffled sound of someone trying to form words. Olan was in there, and his captor wasn't letting him speak. Well, captor wasn't the right word, since Dustynn knew that it was his father keeping Olan in there.
But now that Dustynn knew his opponent, what was he going to do? He wasn't sure if he should just barge in, since he was pretty much certain that his father already had a gun pointed to Olan's forehead. No, he needed a distraction. Something to avert his father's eyes before he struck. But what? Finally, it came to him. He would find somebody, anything, or rig the door to open when he gave a signal. Then, the door would open, slam open, and Dustynn would leap through the window. But there was nobody to do that, so the idea quickly left his mind.
Nothing came to mind, so Dustynn just took out his gun and released the safety. His father had the person who Dustynn was probably connected to the most, and he wasn't about to let him slip through his fingers and succumb to death. He readied the gun in his hand, then kicked the door open. The gun immediately came up to the forehead of none other than the older Loch.
"Let. Him. Go." Dustynn hissed, his eyes filling with anger. He noticed that Olan's face was twisted with fear, and he could completely understand why. His father was a fearsome person, and just the thought of disobeying him would send shivers down the backs of anyone who didn't know how to handle him. But Dustynn knew how, so he didn't have shivers going down his back just yet. "Now." He added finally, pushing the gun harder onto his father's forehead.
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Posted: Sun Dec 13, 2009 1:29 pm
The door slammed open and Olan watched as Dustynn pulled out his gun and pointed it at the attacker's head. Now the air grew more tense than it had been before and the only moving aspect that could be seen on each of their faces was the blinking of eyelids adding moisture to their eyeballs. Two guns seemed to urge their handlers to shoot before the other, and so far the race to the trigger was at a tie. There were threatening taps at the triggers made by anxious fingers, but so far there was no shot.
The ticking of the clock was much louder than this silence, and time seemed to slow to a stop. A single major movement, even for a second, may disrupt whatever balance has been achieved and change everything. One movement can end a life or save it.
Olan noticed the anger evident in Dustynn's eyes, the same hatred that existed when his father found them. After a quick glance at the attacker, Olan recognized the face as the gang leader's father. That means that there was a terrible threat in the room, not just some ordinary assassin that only the victim and his loved ones feared before a murder. There was no way out of this situation without a risky action. For a moment, Olan saw Dustynn pointing his gun at the Devil, instead of his own father.
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Posted: Sun Dec 13, 2009 1:39 pm
Dustynn's eyes flicked to Olan every now and then, but they mostly remained on the face of his father. The immense hatred was slowly dying, but he knew that it would all come back as soon as his father made a move, or said something. The way that those black eyes studied him, the way his mouth seemed to turn into a disapproving smirk, Dustynn hated it. Yet, it kept on running through his head, every time that he was punched, every time that he was kicked, and every time that he was forgotten.
"Did you not hear me? Let Olan go." Dustynn hissed.
"Or what? You'll shoot me?" His father taunted, pressing down on Olan's face harder with his hand. "Go ahead. But your friend dies if you do." His father smiled, releasing the safety on the pistol. Dustynn's eyes widened in fear, but he didn't flinch. "You can't protect anybody, just admit it. You let your mother and beloved twin sister die because you didn't want to go and die with them!" His father's eyes narrowed on him, and Dustynn's mimicked the movement.
"Shut up." He muttered. Then he wretched Olan from his father's arms, ignoring the surprise on both of their faces. But the other's gun was fast. The bullet was out before Dustynn could push Olan toward the door. Then a pain erupted in Dustynn's shoulder, sending blood rushing up his throat. The boy was sent crumbling to the floor, his gun just sliding out of his reach.
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Posted: Sun Dec 13, 2009 2:06 pm
Everything turned into a blur and the next thing Olan knew he was away from the older Loch. A moment later, loud bang was heard and he turned to see Dustynn with a shot wound on his shoulder. The gun was dropped from the gang leader's hand and landed somewhere outside yet near the room, but before Olan could retrieve it, there was a click of a readied gun.
He looked toward the source of the click and saw Dustynn's father, with the same evil smirk, holding the smoking weapon. He seemed to be deciding who to shoot first, but there was a good chance that he had already made his mind. Then Olan saw the image of the Devil again, deciding who he should end the life of, and who he should make suffer for that upcoming death.
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Posted: Sun Dec 13, 2009 2:16 pm
Dustynn heard the audible click of a safety release, and he immediately lunged at his father. "Run Olan, just get the f-ing hell out of here!" He screamed, although it was blood coated and sounded more like a gurgle than a scream. The pain sent another rush of blood up his throat, but he tried desperately to ignore it, wrestling with his father on the floor. He was mostly trying to steer clear of the gun, which was trying hard to point at Dustynn's forehead.
Then another pain hit him square in the chest. It sent him flying upwards into a standing position, but that didn't last long. Another hit him in the stomach, then another below his chin. Blood was flying everywhere and blurring his vision. But Dustynn wasn't thinking. He flung his arm out at the blurry figure in vain, but felt his hand connect with something. Feeling almost confident, he kept on bring him arm down on the object again and again, until he heard a thud. What was that? Was it him? Was it Olan? Or was it miraculously his father? He wasn't sure, but he just stood still, breathing hard, blood covering much of his body. Hopefully, it was his father.
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Posted: Sun Dec 13, 2009 3:15 pm
Olan stared in complete horror as Dustynn and his father wrestled on the ground in a fight of killing or getting killed. The gang leader had screamed, or attempted to scream, for him to run, but he could only stand and watch as a two-man war took place in front of him. He had to cover his ears to block out the shouts, but his ears still rang as if the noises were right next to his ears.
He thought he heard a few terrifying shots and his heart split apart as he saw Dustynn's pain after each sound. Blood splattered all over him and the walls, and suddenly he saw Dustynn lashing at something over and over again. There was a thud, but the shock of so-heard gunshots momentarily blinded Olan and he couldn't organize his vision. There was a thud, and he heard the hard breathing of the gang leader. The dust seemed to have settled, and the momentary blindness departed. He saw Dustynn standing over the sprawled out, bloody body of his father. The man didn't seem to be dead, but he was most likely greatly wounded.
He realized then that his heart was pounding, but when he tried to get it to calm down it only beat faster. His legs gave way and he collapsed, though he didn't understand why. He tried to stand up and regain his balance, but he kept falling over and over again. He was trembling with fear and confusion. The fight that had happened only a few moments ago had died away as quickly and suddenly as it started, and Olan lost track of time in the rush. How long has it been since the older Loch entered the room? What time was it? Was it morning, afternoon, or night?
He worried greatly about Dustynn and his wounds. He couldn't tell if the wounds were fatal, but it was a good chance they were. However, he can't be too sure about the impact the wounds had on the gang leader, and the only thing Olan could do was keep his fingers crossed and hope that Dustynn was going to be okay.
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Posted: Sun Dec 13, 2009 3:30 pm
The ragged breathing that had been irritating his throat for minutes now finally stopped as Dustynn stood straight over the body of his father. He was clearly not dead, since his chest was heaving to supply his heavily wounded body with fresh oxygen to keep him going. Dustynn's eyes were moving around in his head. He had definitely done this, there was no doubt. Yet, he was surprised that he had actually done so much damage, and he was glad he did.
A smile plain on his face, he took picked up his father's gun, which had fallen right at his feet. He looked into the eyes of the man that had hurt him, had maimed him, over and over, day after day for 7 years now. And, knowing that it was now at the end, he was so happy that he thought he would cry. Tears were welling up in his eyes, and he was laughing a humorless laugh as he he raised the gun and clicked the safety.
"Good bye... Father." He said, the smile disappearing as he pulled the trigger. Blood splattered everywhere, hitting Dustynn, but he didn't feel it. He only felt the weight lifted off his shoulders, and a new sense of freedom in the air.
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Posted: Sun Dec 13, 2009 3:57 pm
Olan averted his eyes just as Dustynn pulled the trigger. The shot rang in his ears. However, he was no longer afraid. In fact, fear was wiped out by relief that the threat was finally gone. The world seemed silent now. The cars that constantly honked at each other outside, the flapping of the wings of birds that fly in flocks, even the sound of breathing seemed to fall silent. The whole room and everything in it, including Dustynn's newly killed father, seemed to disappear.
There was only the two of them now in a world of darkness. Everything else seemed nonexistant and had melted away. A huge weight on his heart disintegrated once the world of darkness disappeared, and the pain of the past disaster died away. The cause of the "curse" was over now.
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