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continuation of 'somethin'
She walked, face to the sky, through the snow. She was breathing in the fresh crisp air and listening to the silence, and then she heard it; the cry of a child. Her steps quickened and became more cautious.
She turned the cornrner not knowing whatshe would see or what would happen, but somehow she knew it would change her life: forever.
There was indeed a child, be strangled by a man. She was shocked. The boy couldn't have been more then six. She was angry and scared. This man was twice her size, but how could he do such a horrible thing to a child?
Her first thought was to call the police, but she hadn't brought her phone. She didn't know what to do. The child wasn't screaming anymore and the man was laughing. Tears started slipping down her cheeks. She couldn't just stand there but what else else could she do. She didn't have much time to do anything so she just ran at the man, clueless of what she would do when she got there. She saw his gun and decided to pick it up. It was laying about a foot away from him. She pointed at the man's head, but how could she do it? The child wasn't struggling anymore. She pulled the trigger.
The earsplitting crack rang out in the silent, cold night. The man fell and the child rolled away from him in the snow. She had to help him. She couldn't get close to the child. She had shot the man in the shoulder and he was going for the child again. That's when she saw two other bodies of children face down in the snow and a little girl tied up against the wall; eyes filled with horror. She shot the man again and he screamed. He screamed and she screamed. The man was twisting and churning up the snow, making it red. She tossed the gun and went to the little boy. He was barely alive.
She pulled him close to her to keep him warm. She had to get away from the man, but what was she supposed to do? She sat by the little girl, who was now crying, and undid her gag and bonds. The man wasn't screaming or struggling anymore. He was laying there watching, just watching.
She picked up both children and took them across the street. She knocked on a door and an old woman answered. The old woman hadn't heard the screaming or the shot. She saw the young lady's tears and the children's poor condition and welcomed them in. The woman said she would come back soon to help the children and went back out onto the cold street. There was an ambulance taking the two children's bodies and the injured man away. A police man came to talk to her. She had trouble re-telling the event. When everything was quieted down she was sitting on the curb in front of the alley where the man had been, crying.
David was not much of an anybody in this town. He worked in an office for a modeling agency, doing paper work and agendas, making sure things worked right that sort of thing. He was walking to clear his mind. He enjoyed the outside air and the snow. He was humming softly when he came a round a corner to find a woman sitting in the snow crying. He paused and stopped humming; she was staring at a gun.
David had heard a lot about suicide and knew people who had done it. It was a horrible thing and he thought that's what this woman was contemplating. He walked over to her and sat down. He took a deep breath and let it out slowly.
"Such a beautiful night." He said quietly. The woman shook her head slowly. She didn't know this man, or what he was doing, but she was terrified and glad for the company.
"Do you live around here?"
The woman pointed up the street.
"That's where I live too. How about I walk you home, or to my place, and we'll have some hot coco and maybe watch a movie. Would that be alright?"
She started crying again. He was being so kind. She had seen both sides of human nature in one night. She began to wonder, doubt a little, about this man. She was cold though, and felt lonely so she stood up and let the man put his arm around her. She had seen him before, he did live near her.
They walked in silence. She was trying to put the horrors of the night out of her mind and he was trying to figure out what to say. HE hadn't seen the bloody snow just across the street, or heard anything of the fight. He didn't know that four children had been terrorized, beaten, and some of them killed, by their own father. He just knew that this woman needed some love and was willing to give it. Why isn't the whole world that way?
We could fix all the world's problems if we just had understanding.
HAPPY CHRISTMAS EVERYBODY! ^_~
She turned the cornrner not knowing whatshe would see or what would happen, but somehow she knew it would change her life: forever.
There was indeed a child, be strangled by a man. She was shocked. The boy couldn't have been more then six. She was angry and scared. This man was twice her size, but how could he do such a horrible thing to a child?
Her first thought was to call the police, but she hadn't brought her phone. She didn't know what to do. The child wasn't screaming anymore and the man was laughing. Tears started slipping down her cheeks. She couldn't just stand there but what else else could she do. She didn't have much time to do anything so she just ran at the man, clueless of what she would do when she got there. She saw his gun and decided to pick it up. It was laying about a foot away from him. She pointed at the man's head, but how could she do it? The child wasn't struggling anymore. She pulled the trigger.
The earsplitting crack rang out in the silent, cold night. The man fell and the child rolled away from him in the snow. She had to help him. She couldn't get close to the child. She had shot the man in the shoulder and he was going for the child again. That's when she saw two other bodies of children face down in the snow and a little girl tied up against the wall; eyes filled with horror. She shot the man again and he screamed. He screamed and she screamed. The man was twisting and churning up the snow, making it red. She tossed the gun and went to the little boy. He was barely alive.
She pulled him close to her to keep him warm. She had to get away from the man, but what was she supposed to do? She sat by the little girl, who was now crying, and undid her gag and bonds. The man wasn't screaming or struggling anymore. He was laying there watching, just watching.
She picked up both children and took them across the street. She knocked on a door and an old woman answered. The old woman hadn't heard the screaming or the shot. She saw the young lady's tears and the children's poor condition and welcomed them in. The woman said she would come back soon to help the children and went back out onto the cold street. There was an ambulance taking the two children's bodies and the injured man away. A police man came to talk to her. She had trouble re-telling the event. When everything was quieted down she was sitting on the curb in front of the alley where the man had been, crying.
David was not much of an anybody in this town. He worked in an office for a modeling agency, doing paper work and agendas, making sure things worked right that sort of thing. He was walking to clear his mind. He enjoyed the outside air and the snow. He was humming softly when he came a round a corner to find a woman sitting in the snow crying. He paused and stopped humming; she was staring at a gun.
David had heard a lot about suicide and knew people who had done it. It was a horrible thing and he thought that's what this woman was contemplating. He walked over to her and sat down. He took a deep breath and let it out slowly.
"Such a beautiful night." He said quietly. The woman shook her head slowly. She didn't know this man, or what he was doing, but she was terrified and glad for the company.
"Do you live around here?"
The woman pointed up the street.
"That's where I live too. How about I walk you home, or to my place, and we'll have some hot coco and maybe watch a movie. Would that be alright?"
She started crying again. He was being so kind. She had seen both sides of human nature in one night. She began to wonder, doubt a little, about this man. She was cold though, and felt lonely so she stood up and let the man put his arm around her. She had seen him before, he did live near her.
They walked in silence. She was trying to put the horrors of the night out of her mind and he was trying to figure out what to say. HE hadn't seen the bloody snow just across the street, or heard anything of the fight. He didn't know that four children had been terrorized, beaten, and some of them killed, by their own father. He just knew that this woman needed some love and was willing to give it. Why isn't the whole world that way?
We could fix all the world's problems if we just had understanding.
HAPPY CHRISTMAS EVERYBODY! ^_~
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