ALTERNATIVE ENDING IRA
Smith was slowly sinking into the quicksand. “Help me, get out of here!” he yelled. “You will be repaid, I promise!” I grabbed his rifle from the ground, as thoughts flew through my head. Two minutes ago he just tried to kill me. Mando’s death was his fault. I couldn’t trust him any more. No matter what he offered I pointed the barrel of the rifle at him. “You don’t understand what you’re doing, kid. Do you really think a bullet can kill me? Hand me a vine. Fast!” he was getting more frightened after each word came out of his mouth. “No.” I said, finally standing up for myself. I had to get out of here, it was turning dark. My hands were shaking, but I had to rid the world of this filthy animal. The DEA were after him. …show more content…
I could hear feet shuffling in the distance. His henchmen, they were coming for me. This was my chance. I had to take it. I looked down the iron sights, to see his face. I slowly but surely, pulled the trigger. The last thing I heard was the bullet breaking the sound barrier, before I slipped, fell, and was rolling down the hill as if I was a coin. I felt my head ricochet something. Hard. And my eyes slowly closed, as if there were people pulling my eyelids down. I woke up, with the morning sun in my eyes, shining as bright as it could. I saw my rifle sitting beside me, and I lifted it, and hung it over my shoulder as I started to run. As fast as I could, I had no idea where I was going, but I was running faster than I ever had before. I saw him. No, I couldn’t of had. I could hear Smith. “Why didn’t you help me?” No, this couldn’t be happening. I shot him. I remember it like it had just happened. Was I hallucinating? I must be hallucinating. I have to be. I …show more content…
I was hallucinating. I ran, and ran, until my legs could no longer hold myself anymore. I found an opening, and I sat, taking a break. It was almost night. I closed my eyes, and I decided to lay down.I saw a mini slide show of Smith, his face right before I shot him. I opened my eyes, realising I would not be sleeping tonight. I walked around, trying to get the images out of my mind.They wouldn’t leave. Every time I closed my eyes. Everytime I tried to think about something else, I would hear a bang. The same bang I heard when I shot him. I needed help. I can’t take this anymore. I took a rock, and smashed it against my head, over and over. I need to stop this. Some way, please! I prayed to God. Hoping God could help me get these horrible images out of my mind. It wasn’t working. Nothing was working. I saw him once more, but this time my eyes were open. He drifted closer, and sat down beside me. “Look,” He said pointing at the rifle. “You want to stop the sounds, and the images don’t you?” All it takes, is this. He picked up the rifle, and aimed it to his head, and pulled the trigger. Disappearing as I heard the bang of the rifle. It seemed so real. But it wasn’t real. The rifle was still where I had left it, sitting beside me. But he was right. I had to
Smith was slowly sinking into the quicksand. “Help me, get out of here!” he yelled. “You will be repaid, I promise!” I grabbed his rifle from the ground, as thoughts flew through my head. Two minutes ago he just tried to kill me. Mando’s death was his fault. I couldn’t trust him any more. No matter what he offered I pointed the barrel of the rifle at him. “You don’t understand what you’re doing, kid. Do you really think a bullet can kill me? Hand me a vine. Fast!” he was getting more frightened after each word came out of his mouth. “No.” I said, finally standing up for myself. I had to get out of here, it was turning dark. My hands were shaking, but I had to rid the world of this filthy animal. The DEA were after him. …show more content…
I could hear feet shuffling in the distance. His henchmen, they were coming for me. This was my chance. I had to take it. I looked down the iron sights, to see his face. I slowly but surely, pulled the trigger. The last thing I heard was the bullet breaking the sound barrier, before I slipped, fell, and was rolling down the hill as if I was a coin. I felt my head ricochet something. Hard. And my eyes slowly closed, as if there were people pulling my eyelids down. I woke up, with the morning sun in my eyes, shining as bright as it could. I saw my rifle sitting beside me, and I lifted it, and hung it over my shoulder as I started to run. As fast as I could, I had no idea where I was going, but I was running faster than I ever had before. I saw him. No, I couldn’t of had. I could hear Smith. “Why didn’t you help me?” No, this couldn’t be happening. I shot him. I remember it like it had just happened. Was I hallucinating? I must be hallucinating. I have to be. I …show more content…
I was hallucinating. I ran, and ran, until my legs could no longer hold myself anymore. I found an opening, and I sat, taking a break. It was almost night. I closed my eyes, and I decided to lay down.I saw a mini slide show of Smith, his face right before I shot him. I opened my eyes, realising I would not be sleeping tonight. I walked around, trying to get the images out of my mind.They wouldn’t leave. Every time I closed my eyes. Everytime I tried to think about something else, I would hear a bang. The same bang I heard when I shot him. I needed help. I can’t take this anymore. I took a rock, and smashed it against my head, over and over. I need to stop this. Some way, please! I prayed to God. Hoping God could help me get these horrible images out of my mind. It wasn’t working. Nothing was working. I saw him once more, but this time my eyes were open. He drifted closer, and sat down beside me. “Look,” He said pointing at the rifle. “You want to stop the sounds, and the images don’t you?” All it takes, is this. He picked up the rifle, and aimed it to his head, and pulled the trigger. Disappearing as I heard the bang of the rifle. It seemed so real. But it wasn’t real. The rifle was still where I had left it, sitting beside me. But he was right. I had to