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Rated: 13+ · Short Story · Action/Adventure · #1988010
One boy and forward that turns deadly.
I don't remember when this all started. A week? A day? I can't recall. My mind is in constant disarray threatening to close in on me any second. It was all a game even to those watching. They laugh, taunt and joke with one anther. But what of me the person who has to commit these horrendous acts. I thought the same way as them, that was until today.

Ding! A message crossed the screen of my phone causing it to light up.

You have a week to kill the selected target or your life will be forfeit.

George Burke
Age: 50
22453 Allen Road.

"You've got to be kidding me stupid forward." I exclaimed snapping the phone shut.

I started to stretch my limbs getting ready to start my daily exercise. I bent over and touched my toes, then I heard a strange sound. When I returned to my staring position I froze. Where I had been standing was a arrow embedded in the wall. A Note tied around it.

It read
This is your warning

I was shocked was that forward real?

That is why I stand at the door of a stranger prepared to take his life for mine. I stared at the knob as if trying to burn a hole though it. I carefully turned it entering the dark building. By my surrounding I could tell this person live well off. An assortment of electronics scattered around the house. But now wasn't the time to be looking around, I could get caught.

Then again I wasn't some highly trained assassin trying to kill his target. No instead I was 17 year old boy trying to kill an old man. I only wished I wouldn't make a fool of myself like in the cartoons. Where someone would try to sneak up on the unsuspecting person and step on a dog toy that squeaked, if only I was that lucky. The old man tossed and turned restless in sleep. I was lucky he was asleep, I can do this. I plunged the knife into his flesh drawing blood. It covered everything, drenching my hands in the thick warm fluid. I was going to gag , it was too much.

Why was I do this?it was only logical I was scared I wanted to live.

Ding!

Well done! Too messy says the audience. Make a cleaner kill says most.

I took the phone and replied
What do you mean audience?

The phone lit up in response.

Didn't you know you where being filmed silly boy! Too bad.
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