Frank, a very large looking construction worker, collapsed as the bullet pierced his flesh. Frank stumbled to a knee as he cringed in extreme pain; the bullet ripped through his abdomen causing internal bleeding. His vision a haze and the closet sounds to him appear to be miles away. The crowd of people had erupted in terror as the bullet handicapped the construction worker.
“Daddy, will you help me color tonight?”
“Sure thing sweetie, I’ve finally got some well deserved time off coming, and I promise you we’ll spend it coloring or whatever you want. How’s that sound?”
No, Frank would not fall here; it just simply wasn’t an option. Mustering all the strength he possessed he rushed the madman who had fired upon the group of innocents. Reaching the gunman he bounded into the air and snarled. Everything in him said it; Kill.
“Daddy, will you help me color tonight?”
“Sure thing sweetie, I’ve finally got some well deserved time off coming, and I promise you we’ll spend it coloring or whatever you want. How’s that sound?”
No, Frank would not fall here; it just simply wasn’t an option. Mustering all the strength he possessed he rushed the madman who had fired upon the group of innocents. Reaching the gunman he bounded into the air and snarled. Everything in him said it; Kill.