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Was cleaning out old files yesterday and came across this story I wrote a long time ago. I kind of like it.
Pain. I don't know where I stop and the pain begins. It caresses my senses like a velvet glove - its almost seductive in its pervasiveness. My eyes snap open and realisation hit me - I had been shot, and one of my lungs wasn't responding to my ragged breathing.
Where am I? My vision clears and reality hits me like a brick, contrasting with the pain and sparking a burst of adrenaline. Living room. Window, with small hole. They had fired through the window. The enemy is outside. How many?
A cough of blood snapped me back into reality from my strangely analytical thought process - move or die. Move. Back entrance is no doubt being watched. Windows too. Only one option - front door, hope they didn't expect it. Who? How many? Why?
Car keys, next to the front door. I pray that the electronic key will open the car from here. I can't see outside, no windows. I look through the peephole, and can see the car on the street. I push the unlock button, hoping to see the reassuring flash of indicator lights.
The explosion lights up the night sky. A trap. My only avenue of escape gone. They must have watched me - know I almost never use the button. The bomb was meant to finish me off. Should have gotten that phone line installed. Shouldn't have dropped my mobile today. Shoulda, woulda, coulda. Dead. They can finish me and be gone before the police get here.
Footsteps on the gravel leading to the door. Despair. Pain. Blackness.
The enemy of my enemy is my cannon-fodder, we are NOT friends.