Personal Narrative: The Beast

I slowly cocked my gun, Aidan’s arm was slung around my shoulder. As we began the long trek down the hallway, I could not shake the feeling that someone, or something, was watching me. I glanced over at him, lying limp over my shoulder. We were halfway there, and an all too familiar growl was erupting from behind us. We started to sprint, not knowing if we were going to make it. Our salvation was within reach. It was the year of 2012, a fairly normal day. My best friend Aidan Aird was on his way over to my house. Oblivious to the beast that prowled, I heard a knock on my door. I launched all of the rest of my toys into the toy box and rushed to the door. My mom had already let him in. As we entered the living room, I remembered what we had planned: The most magnificent, most extreme, most high stakes Nerf battle of the century. As we geared up, the beast was preparing for an ambush much more serious. As we loaded our plastic firearms for the Battle of Couchburg, a dark evil that can only be described as a being of solidified hate prowled in the darkness. We began to fire at each other, screaming as the foam projectiles flew. It was a bloodbath. The Jakobians were losing territory to the Aidansons, and were forced to retreat to Dining Room Run. Thousands of cushions on both sides had …show more content…
Four legs of power, prowess and danger slowly snaked toward us. The beast was ready to pounce. Unsure of what to do, Aidan and I drew our weapons, ready to open fire. The beast fired first. She flew through the air, and unable to find a superior solution, I grabbed the nearest shield. Unfortunately for him, it was Aidan. He screamed and then went limp. I had to save him. I drew my weapon and fired. A flash of gray and white signaled that the beast had fled, but I was sure that she was not done with us just yet. I helped my comrade to his knees, and to his great difficulty, he looked up at