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The story that was going on with the man, is that he came to help a friend. Growing up together throughout the years until both moved on to other things. One stays the other goes. Both of them reaching a success on their own. The young man holding the gun shaking uncontrollably, wondering what to do. He was just there to help. He cursed his friend but yet felt so sorry for him as well. His so called best friend was murdered. For whatever reason it was most likely on the music cd he had made. Both of them had seek a career in music, one doing producing while the other instead took a more direct approach on selling himself out there.
"I believe in you, I really do. I would not be here if there was something different. I am putting my faith into what happened and trying to do the right thing. But why? Why did it have to be this way? Having to find out your dead. Everyone has been spreading that you changed that you were not the same person as before," the young man glanced at the cd sitting on a desk. He was in a motel, usually not his style, but with everything going on and people being after him. "Scared out of mind you have me. I'm just someone who just started my life. I know we had a fallen out but I still consider you a friend and I know you did the same. You sent this to me, and the information you have on here as well as your music is the key on uncovering someone's awful deed I will do what I can. I just hope I don't have to cross the line to actually kill someone. I have held a gun before but not to kill. The people that were after you are now after me, how did you make so many enemies? I knew we were different from the rest, I wish we could have both turned out better. You thought I over succeed you, yet it was the other way around. While you went out there making real music about real people, I was just there to entertain. I have the talent of bringing people close to me, if I really did not have a conscious, I do not think I would have came back."
Down the hallway was another man, walking very slowly quietly. Older looking guy, seem to have gone to a lot of places, seen a lot of things that were not suppose to be seen. The man began to think to himself, "The boy must be out of his mind, I will admit for him to make it this far really is impressive. To put so much faith into a friend that led him to the slaughter, how terrible. What am I saying? I kill people for a living. I was just too good at it and that is when people used me left and right. I did not mind, it was the only thing I was good at. I learned a lot, how to do this and do that to someone. Really it does all come down to emotions. Hunting the emotions thinking what the other person thinking. I wish I would have come out better, yet there was the right never truly sought out or costing a price, and the wrong that ends up getting away with everything." The man was wearing a pretty nice suit as well, hardly a scratch, the gun he was carrying had a homemade silencer, the silencer was actually a baby bottle top tapped tightly to the gun. Crude but effective.
The young man was in the motel room in the dark in the far corner of the room. The Hit man stopped in front of the door. They both watched the door knob. Either one of them could be dead in seconds, or both of them can completely miss. Thinking about it though, having a guy whose running on his heart and the other ending up being really good at killing people. The odds are siding with the hit man. The young man points the guy he see these shadow of the hit man underneath the door. He doesn't know it's him but he has to raise the gun or it truly could be the end of things. "God, I know I have not talk to you in sometime, but dad always believed in you which made me into the person I am today please... I don't want to kill anybody I just want to help, I just wanted to help. I don't know if I'm right or wrong but I feel right, am I doing the right thing please protect me, give me strength and just give me a true just answer," the young man bites blood trickling. The hit man closes his eyes, "He's probably in the corner, he was stupid enough not to turn off the lamp. That makes the calculations being in the corner indefinitely." He angled himself into the position that was needed. The line begin to fade, the intensity of what was going to happens, happens now.
The hit man twist the door knob than kicks it open to get in faster. Their eyes met, both shoot. Empty, the sheer terror on the young man's face to find out how stupid he was for not checking the ammo in the gun. The split second shaved off his life would cost him dearly. He someone managed to get down the bullet shot through his shoulder. "I can't stop too much at stake my life there is so much more to do!" He was thinking, his instincts took over. Having a useless gun was not so useless at all. The hit man feature were most surprisingly, the man was incredibly large. He must have been at least 6"3, he was already fully inside and almost already around the bed. The young man through the gun at him, hitting him on the side of the face. Did not even slow him down, the hit man's was truly at athletic peak. tackling the young man. The hit man truly had no choice, not knowing if the young man had another gun near the bed. They rolled on the floor, the hit man having the upper hand, he had his hand around the young man's neck. The sheer strength totally surprised the young man. The hit man slung him across the room through the wall into another motel room.
The adrenaline rush was kicking in, his forehead started oozing out blood down his face. "Too... Too strong. Must.." The hit man grabbed him by his neck lifting him up. The young man kicked furiously but to no avail. to be thrown again the young man with determination got both his legs wrap around the hit man's arm, doing a midair cross arm. It slowed the hit man down just a little but he was able to throw him down again. Getting back up in the process ramming the hit man through the wall worked out well. Yet it seemed the hit man was always a step ahead of him. the hit man used his feet throwing him over, the young man rolled getting back up but just now noticing the the other man had already gotten up and pulled out a knife. "I don't want to die here," the young man screamed. "You pretty much might as well die here, what good have you done?" the hit man actually spoke to him. he lunged, the young man side step he followed used all his might to block with his hand. The hunting knife stabbed full through his hand . The young man tearing up, "There's no way I can let myself end this way. There's more to life than this, we do not have to do this." "What makes you different from everybody else, people do things their way thinking they are always right.," the hit man was actually struggling but dominating getting the knife closer and closer to the young man. "But that's how we're suppose to live, I'm only doing this because I believe in it, and I believed in my friend. He wasn't the greatest but to still rely on me to the very end of his life, I must survive I will survive!" The young man punched the hit man in the ribs. The hit man thinking to himself, "He's putting up a good fight, that punch did good he's trained probably did shadow boxing, he's scared but hanging in there. I need to bring this to an end now."
The young man ran his elbow into the side of the hit man's face making him bleed a bit. He was incredibly built, even with him bleeding it was not much. The hit man wrapped his arms around the young mans waist and squeezed, bear hugging him, the young man drill both elbows into the mans neck and face. The hit man drops him and the young man throws a left hook then a right cross into a left uppercut. Trying and trying and trying to wear the hit man down, body shots, forget the face now, body shots are where it is. A person can only take so many shots to the body before keeling over. Unfortunate for the young man, the hit man had a solid hit to his stomach with his giant hand. His eyes got wide and he crumbled to the ground gasping for air. "I cannot move, so strong, took me out like that, I never stood a chance. Is this really the end of me, all I wanted to do was help, is it true that you can only help to a limit. I did not want to believe it, is this your answer to me God?"
Then he felt something very cold on the side of his head. The hit man was standing there with another gun, as if he toyed with him the whole time. He began to pull the trigger but stopped, he ended up putting the gun back in his suit. "Do you really believe you could have beaten me? It did not do too bad but you had no chance. Have you ever consider yourself to believe in your own words? It really did save you tonight. To believe in something no matter what and thinking you're doing god, when was the last time I did something like that? You're too much to kill would be a waste, there needs to be more people like you. You can keep that cd does not matter to me what you do next." "Why...? Why let me live you had me and will you not be hunted down by those who hire you?" The young man still gasped for air was yet pulling himself together. The hit man fixed his suit and picked up all his weapons, he leaned on a wall next to the giant hole they made. "I lived long enough also I have never been afraid to die. Of course if that's if they have the balls to kill me, I already have enough money as in. You got lucky, spitting all that doing good actually helped," he ended up walking off down the hallway and there he was gone. The young man laid his back against the wall hands on his knee, blood finally stopping all of over him, he ended up speaking to himself closing his eyes, "to befriend a hit man, what is the world coming to, or maybe it's telling me keep my friends close but my enemies closer..."
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Im 15, I like having fun hanging with friends and honestly i like cheering people up i know normally no one says this but i find its probably one of the things im really good at. i like music like I live for music and i play a couple intsruments (bass, drums, baritone and trombone). I love snowboarding ive been snowboarding for 3 years now and i love skiing ive been skiing for 2 years now. My favourite sports are Football and Volleyball so i think that sums it up
Want to hear me rant *screech of soapbox*? I hate it when people don't follow the dynamics in music. I hate it! Everyone messes up the notes; intonation is hard! However, playing softly or loudly is perfectly within everyone's ability!!!! It annoys me when people don't put forth the effort it takes to sound that much more professional. Especially when one needs to play silently (piano). When you're supposed to play loud, you can almost get away with playing softer b/c everyone else is loud. But it annoys me to no end when people play loudly during a silent phrase. So boo on you.
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So Today is OBA and I have to be there at flippin 5 am. sucks major toes I'm tellin ya. But its gonna be my last guard thing *cry* *sniff* cause I won't be there for Senior night cause I'm goin to Nacagdouches,Tx to see my cousin play some good ol' american football! lol. *cough* anyhow.
Music Music!
Oshkoshbegosh! my music is commin along awesome. I know this might sound bad, but things have really turned around ever since I stopped goin to Bethel. In all honesty, I think thats what was holdin me back.
BTW everyone who reads this should check out the band, MaidenChina, they're PHENOMENAL go to www.maidenchina.net oh buddy.
Speaking of Maiden China, I'm buyin some of they're stuff, which is pretty sweet but i gotta go, its off to OBA w00t w00t, haha get it, w00t....w00tles...bajahahaha!
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kier-bear
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If you ever think, hey I'm ugly, then just paste a picture of a gorgeous acter/actress/model/singer/guitarist/drummer/ whatever, to a brown paper bag and stick over your head, there you go problem solved! ps. remember to cut holes in it for eyes and breathing. otherwise...well it would just suck to be you.
Guess what? I know what our musical is going to be this year!
The Music Man!!!
I'm so excited. Tim would be a GREAT music man. He'd be so awesome. What, with a voice like his, and his acting abilities...but he's not too sure about it. He's having some serious confidence issues. I just know he could do it! But Jaclyn and I need to work on him a bit before he warms up to the idea. The thought of the possibility of kissing a girl other than his girlfriend is making him think twice.
Oh, man...*groan* I already know which part I'll get....Mrs. Paroo. Marian Paroo's mom. Marian is the lead female part. The description of her mom is, "Mrs. Paroo, Marian's Irish mother."
Greeaaat. Just perfect. *sigh* I was really hoping to get a lead role. Aubrey always gets the lead roles....She had the lead two years ago in Bye Bye Birdie, too. And she'll get Marian Paroo, as well. I know, I shouldn't be jealous, but I am. She'd be great for it, and I just know Mr. Mahan and Ms. Rising chose this musical with her in mind...
Hey, if I can drop, like, twenty pounds by November, do you think I'll have a chance? Possibly kissing Tim isn't at the top of my list, but I'd really like to have a lead role for my Senior year. Wouldn't you? I mean, it's my last chance at High School drama, and how awesome would it look on my transcripts? "Colleen Daily played Marian Paroo, lead female character, in The Music Man." Oh, man, I want that part...
And so it begins. Colleen's crash diet. Lots and lots of water, and healthy, balanced, cut-in-half meals. Going hungry every once in a while won't kill me. And I need to start running or something. Eh, I'll begin with jogging, until I'm in shape enough to run without making a fool of myself. haha...
Oh man....wish me luck, guys!
*~Colleen~*
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