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I've been making this long story that I plan to someday have published. There's only one problem: I am only half done I already know what the ending is going to be. And I can't hold it any longer. The book will probably be called: "Point Blank" or something along the lines. So here it is:
It's almost over. It's almost finally over. I stood there, ontop of the White House. White House....it isn't "White" anymore! "White" is the color of innocence and purity. This House wasn't where innocence lay. No, just the opposite. This House was where shots were fired, lives lost, loyalties shattered, and revolutions finished.
Was what I did the right thing? Hell, asking that question is just a waste of what little time I will have left in this God forsaken life. It can't be changed. I can't go back and change my decision. Both are dead. Copper and Skylar. Two of the most powerful men in the world, now only shells that will disintagrate into the Earth. I guess the whole world's better off without them anyways.
And me? Would the world be better off if I too became only another casualty in this corrupted part of history? I think it honestly would. Honesty. Haven't thought of that word in a long time. Will it hurt? What will become of my soul? What will become of her?
It doesn't matter. It's what best for the world. That was my mission, from both of them. So the only thing to do now is to finish of the last man standing. And who knows, I might even get my pay this time...
It's almost over. It's almost finally over. I stood there, ontop of the White House. White House....it isn't "White" anymore! "White" is the color of innocence and purity. This House wasn't where innocence lay. No, just the opposite. This House was where shots were fired, lives lost, loyalties shattered, and revolutions finished.
Was what I did the right thing? Hell, asking that question is just a waste of what little time I will have left in this God forsaken life. It can't be changed. I can't go back and change my decision. Both are dead. Copper and Skylar. Two of the most powerful men in the world, now only shells that will disintagrate into the Earth. I guess the whole world's better off without them anyways.
And me? Would the world be better off if I too became only another casualty in this corrupted part of history? I think it honestly would. Honesty. Haven't thought of that word in a long time. Will it hurt? What will become of my soul? What will become of her?
It doesn't matter. It's what best for the world. That was my mission, from both of them. So the only thing to do now is to finish of the last man standing. And who knows, I might even get my pay this time...
