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Alone

8 years ago
"How's the steak everyone" Oliver's dad says. "Good, where'd you learn to cook," Oliver's brother, Jackson, asks. "Oh I learned from my father," he says as he cuts into the steak. Everyone's celebrating Oliver's 15th birthday. They hear a knock at the door. "Who'd be knocking on our door at 11:00 o'clock at night," Oliver's mom asks. "Probably a rebel that needs our help, I'm gonna go check." Oliver's dad says. He opens the door and immediately gets hit in the face with the butt of a gun, then the military storms into the house and holds everyone at gun point. Then HE steps into the house, Viktor Sokolov, the dictator. Hearing his boots thud on the ground with each step, echoing throughout the house. His trench coat blowing in the autumn wind. Everyone was always scared of him, and rightfully so, he was a captain in the UF military before he became dictator. He publicly executes people all the time, setting an example, showing what happens to people that disrespect him. "Everybody on their knees!" He shouts as the soldiers started dragging them into a line. "You don't touch my family" Oliver's father says, going in for a punch but Sokolov was too fast, slamming his head into a window and pulling out his revolver, blowing off his head. "Jacob!" Oliver's mother screamed. "Dad!" Oliver and Jackson also screamed, Sokolov was telling the soldiers something in Russian and gestured towards them. The soldiers then tied all of their hands together and pushed them on their knees, Oliver pretended to fall over and grabbed a piece of glass on the ground. "Get back up" the soldier exclaimed as he pulled Oliver off the ground. "I've gotta say I'm impressed, turning the whole country against me. Thought I would be taken down by some pathetic civilians, thought I would never find you." He laughed before he continued to say, "next time, maybe keep a closer eye on the drones up there." He loaded the revolver with 3 bullets, for each person. Oliver frantically kept trying to cut the ropes with the glass. Sokolov pulled back the hammer and pushed it against Oliver's mother's head. "Please, please don't do this." His mother exclaimed before he pulled the trigger. She fell into the floor, with the top, middle section of her head gone, Oliver tried to hold back his tears, and kept pushing. Oliver was getting about halfway through the ropes, when Sokolov aimed it at Jackson. Jackson he spit in his face. Sokolov just chuckled and wiped his face before turning around and beating Jackson with the butt of his revolver. Oliver was moments away from freedom. "Suka!" He screamed before aiming the gun at Jackson. Oliver was moments away from freedom, but was to late, the moment Oliver got free Sokolov shot Jackson right in the head. Oliver got up and stabbed the soldier in front of him and ran up to Sokolov and slashed his left eye with the glass before jumping out the window. All Oliver heard was Sokolov screaming stuff in Russian and bullets flying towards him, luckily Sokolov was disoriented and had one bullet left, which he fired but hit a tree, blowing the bark off of it. One of the soldiers bullets had hit Oliver in his left leg and right shoulder. The pain was unbearable but he had to persevere, The soldiers stopped shooting and started saying stuff, which Oliver couldn't understand since he was so far away and it was in Russian. He hid in a ditch, using the cover of darkness as soldiers were walking around searching for him, he was crawling away and was making an escape but then he heard the sound of a helicopter, he was scared and was crawling faster but the thermal cameras on it caught him and a big bright light shinned from it, he knew he had to get out of there fast, he was losing to much blood. He got up and ran as fast as he could as he heard the soldiers coming to him. The soldiers in the helicopter started firing. Since where he lived was very wooded he was a hard target for the helicopter but the soldiers were still behind him firing. It was then he realized that the glass was still in his hand, so he lost the soldiers and decided to cut chunks of his shirt off to use as bandages. He wrapped the piece of his shirt around his shoulder and the other around his leg. He eventually escaped to the city with tears in his eyes. He had no one else to run to. He had no family left. He was alone.