Im Sorry,Nicholas...
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Blood.It splatter everywhere.On the wall and floorboard.There stood a figure.Hard as rock.Looking down at the prey he shoot.Tear rolling down.Smoke coming out from the gun he use to shoot him.Shoot him till dead.His mouth hung open but he close it real fast.The dead body laying on the ground that was once a boy that was full of curiosity.The boy with brown hair laying on the ground as the red puddle start forming around his head.His leg got trapped in the beartrap leaving a chance for his hunter to shoot him.Right into his head.Headshot.Mr.Peterson eyes was full with terror and guilt.This is the third time someone die.Because of him.He didn't do it because he wanted to but there was this little voice in the back of his head,forcing him to do it.And he did.He remember looking right into that brown haired boy face.While holding the gun aiming it to his head.The boy brown eyes clearly show a sign of fear and scared.He plead for his life.The man with green toxic eye,smile before pulling the trigger.Nicky has no where to run.He finally accepted his fate.Death.BAM.The boy fell to the ground with a loud thump.And that when Mr.Peterson snap out of it.He didn't do it.He was possessed by the voice in his head.Clearly the young boy was smiling in his death.His didnt even scream.Just cry.A silent one.He drop the gun and lifted the young boy.Holding the boy as if he was still a kid.The blood dripping on his black latex gloves but he didn't care anymore.That when he realized,that beat.His heart beat.That young boy is still alive but it a slow beat.He could die anytime now.Without wasting any minutes,Mr.Peterson grab the medkit box from under the coffe table and wrapped a bandage around Nicky head.It didn't a long time for that bandage to be soaked with blood.He let the boy lay on the sofa.He wanted to call ambulance but what if that nurse ask him about how does this happen?The gun on the floor?The know it would be him right away.But he didnt want that boy to die either.He made a choices.And that choice is to get help.He quickly grab the cellphone and dail 911.A male voice quickly answer the call.The man then start to tell everything to the operater.He eventually feel like this isnt the right choice but then he remember about the young boy on the sofa.He was suffering.He was fighting between life and death.He need help.Putting down the cellphone as the operator told him that the police and the ambulance will be on their way.He walk over the young boy.The feeling of guilt took over his mind.He heard the siren of the police cars outside.Ready to send him to jail.Maybe to the afterlife.He didn't even tried to hide the evidence of him trying to kill the young boy.The gun,the blood.He didn't even try to hide it.No even an inch.After all,he deserve it.He hope that the young boy will live a happy life after this.If he even alive...
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