If you really have the patience to read my story, thank you. Here it is.
OPERATION: BLACK COFFEE
As I reached for the gun, slowly and hesitantly, I could feel that single drop of sweat drip down off my head and onto the table. Then, at that moment, I knew I wouldn’t make it. The enemy finally saw me. Unfortunately, he made it to the gun first. BAM! I took a couple of steps back, then stumbled onto the ground. I felt tired, as if all of the energy was drained out of me. Then, right there, I realized what had caused this feeling. There was blood dripping from my already covered in blood, hand. My hand was holding my side. I removed my hand from my side, and I knew for sure, that I wasn’t going to make it. I’m sure you’ve guessed already, but I got shot. To make matters worse, I got shot by the same gun that had killed my whole entire family. “AAAHHGGG!” I cried in pain and anger. I’m sure you would have too, knowing that the homicidal, murderous, shady, figure, that killed you parents years ago, was about to kill you too. I knew my time had come. This was the gruesome, painful, end of my gruesome and painful life. It was game over for me. This was my last life, my only life. I was pretty sure that I wouldn’t go to heaven. I had taken plenty of innocent lives, yet I struggled to take the lives that I was sent to take. Suddenly, there was a bright flash of light that almost blinded me. I could see the rage in my enemy’s eyes, as he shot me once more, and ran off. I could barely feel this shot, probably because my whole body was already numb. Then, everything started to fade. It went black. But before I completely blacked out, I could hear my voice saying “T-Thanks Jeff…”
I woke up in the hospital the next day, covered in bandages and sweat. I was still holding my side, which was covered in dried blood. I did get shot twice, but I’m still alive, at least I think I am. I thought for sure, last night I was going to die. I’m kind of angry that I didn’t die. That means I have to live another horrible day, wasting my time in the hospital. Then, a nurse came in and said “Your fine, you can leave.” I was shocked. Was this a joke? I just got shot, twice, and they think I’m able to leave! There must be something wrong. “What? I can’t leave. I’m in horrible condition!” I mumbled. Then the nurse nodded “No you’re not, your fine! Somehow your body healed at an extremely fast rate! We took some blood samples and ran some tests but, we can’t figure out how your body is capable of doing this. So, we are letting you out!” I was still shocked. In all my years of hunting down people and getting in fights, I never healed that fast from anything. “So I can just get up and walk out?” I asked. “Not exactly. You still have to pay the hospital bill, and change out of that hospital gown.” The nurse explained. I didn’t have any money with me. I got up and took off the gown and got dressed into my normal clothes. I felt great. I could stand fine, and I even felt stronger than before. Since I could heal faster than any other human and I didn’t have any money to pay the hospital bill, I decided to jump out of the window. So I did. When I made it to the ground, I could hear the nurse screaming. I think I broke my arm or at least sprained it, but the pain went away in seconds! I was amazed! I scattered to my feet and ran. I don’t think I live too far from the hospital. In fact, I don’t remember where I live, at all. I don’t remember much. I remember my family, and my name, but that’s it. I think the accident last night boggled some of my memory. Last night, a blur. I don’t remember who the bad guy was, or why I was there, but I do remember the last things I said before I blacked out. I think it was “Thanks Jeff”, or something. I don’t remember anyone named Jeff. Then, my cell phone rang. I don’t remember having a cell phone either. I took it out of my pocket., and answered “Hello?” “Tom, this is Jeff. In case you’re wondering why you have a cell phone, it’s a reward for a job well done.” The voice said. The man called himself Jeff, the name I muttered yesterday. How did Jeff know my name? I talked back “Who are you, and how do you know my name?” “Stop messing around Tom, this is important!” Jeff yelled back. “I’m serious. Who are you? How do you know who I am?” I demanded an answer. “Tom, if you are serious, I think yesterday might have caused you to forget some things. I’m Jeff, you commander. You’re a good assassin. You work for me. You are probably wondering about last night right? It’s a long story. I’ll tell you later. Meet me at the old Toys R Us building as soon as possible. I’m, sorry Tom, you know, about your memory. But I’ll explain later. Jeff out.” And he hung up. I was starting to get really confused. I must have been on a mission or something last night. I guess if I really want to find out what happened, I have to see that Jeff guy, which I didn’t want to do. I had no choice.
That night, I walked by the aban
Sorry, the bottom got cut off. I guess there was too much text. I ask the same one, put a link, but have the rest of the story.
http://answers.yahoo.com/question/ask;_ylt=AoYJ9uqfngZs4pZcTLR0D0IPzKIX;_ylv=3
Soryy it’s this link. I’m really sorry for any trouble.
http://answers.yahoo.com/question/index?qid=20090714114740AAJT9bM