Inspired by my imagination.
I screamed as they came, they loaded their guns. Quickly I grabbed Luke's arm for protection. "How do we get out?" I whisper to him in my little young voice. "We have to kill them." And then he did what I didn't want him to do; fight the men with guns. I yelled as I heard gunshots fire. Not sure where they went or who they shot. Luke grabbed his stomach and then he pulled the gun out of one of their grasps shot each on in the head. I kept screaming, he fell to his knees with a groan. Quickly I ran over to him my arm bleeding crimson red. "Luke. Hey." I slapped his cheeks to keep him away. "Get up me we have to do. They'll come back for us. Come." He didn't stand up. My own 10 year old self is frightened. He didn't say anything and then closed his eyes. I feel the world around him fade away. His life less body lays in my hands, tears stream down my face wet and cold. "Luke. Come on." I said as my voice straitened. "Luke." I sobbed laying my head on his chest.
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