jokestr2004
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Okay everyone.. I trashed my other idea... and I'm going at it again! I think this will be better, its very sad and depressingish, so if you're not into that kidna stuff, dont read it...
WARNING: This Fic would be rated R for blood, gore, and violence!! Read at your own risk!!!
CHAPTER ONE: How It Should Be
The 12 year old was sitting down, up against an Evergreen Tree, petting his Furret, and wondering if God had betrayed him or not. The evening sky wasn't a beautiful combination of purple, orange, firey red, and pale blue, but more of a simple gray, clouds touching the ground, and moisture from the clouds and tears floating around. It was a depressing sight, staring out at the broken wood picket fence, and the abandoned house of his family, smashed to the ground, in the field beyond. He wondered why he had survived, and felt like killing himself just to join his 4 year old sister, and his mother and father.
But he then thought of his poor little Furret, nice, strong, and beautiful, he would then be helpless, and have no friend or master. The kid was stuck between the void of his family and his one life long friend. Lifting up his hand-me-down, beat up, old bag, he gently caressed Furret's chin and softly spoke, "Come on Furret, we'd better get to some shelter. It's getting late." But he knew the look on Furret's face did not say "Okay" or even "Fine..." it was more of a "Are you crazy? It already is late. Besides, you think anyone's gonna see us or even walk into an empty field, and deliberately search for anyone under a Pine Tree? I think not." So, they wound up making a pine bed under the warm Evergreen, and fell to sleep there, in the foggy farmland, about 75 meters from the remains of their family.
That night, the kid dreamed of a beautiful dream. He dreamt of his family, him, and his Furret in a golden dining room, lit up with candles. They were opening Christmas presents on a Christmas Eve together in the warm living room, their tree filled with ornaments, and a godsent angel lit up at the top, holding a cross between its hands. They lived in a mansion, on the outskirts of a large city, and they were perfect in every little aspect. They were how they were supposed to be, but never was.
He woke up, believing he was in his golden room behind the curtains of his own king size bed, but disappointed, he found out that him and Furret were still under the Evergreen, waiting on nothing, and living for nothing. Moments later, however, the cocking of rifles were heard...
WARNING: This Fic would be rated R for blood, gore, and violence!! Read at your own risk!!!
CHAPTER ONE: How It Should Be
The 12 year old was sitting down, up against an Evergreen Tree, petting his Furret, and wondering if God had betrayed him or not. The evening sky wasn't a beautiful combination of purple, orange, firey red, and pale blue, but more of a simple gray, clouds touching the ground, and moisture from the clouds and tears floating around. It was a depressing sight, staring out at the broken wood picket fence, and the abandoned house of his family, smashed to the ground, in the field beyond. He wondered why he had survived, and felt like killing himself just to join his 4 year old sister, and his mother and father.
But he then thought of his poor little Furret, nice, strong, and beautiful, he would then be helpless, and have no friend or master. The kid was stuck between the void of his family and his one life long friend. Lifting up his hand-me-down, beat up, old bag, he gently caressed Furret's chin and softly spoke, "Come on Furret, we'd better get to some shelter. It's getting late." But he knew the look on Furret's face did not say "Okay" or even "Fine..." it was more of a "Are you crazy? It already is late. Besides, you think anyone's gonna see us or even walk into an empty field, and deliberately search for anyone under a Pine Tree? I think not." So, they wound up making a pine bed under the warm Evergreen, and fell to sleep there, in the foggy farmland, about 75 meters from the remains of their family.
That night, the kid dreamed of a beautiful dream. He dreamt of his family, him, and his Furret in a golden dining room, lit up with candles. They were opening Christmas presents on a Christmas Eve together in the warm living room, their tree filled with ornaments, and a godsent angel lit up at the top, holding a cross between its hands. They lived in a mansion, on the outskirts of a large city, and they were perfect in every little aspect. They were how they were supposed to be, but never was.
He woke up, believing he was in his golden room behind the curtains of his own king size bed, but disappointed, he found out that him and Furret were still under the Evergreen, waiting on nothing, and living for nothing. Moments later, however, the cocking of rifles were heard...
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