Contest [Issue 76] Continue The Story - Final Chapter V

[Person_Random 4,991]

Could be.

 

I was never a story teller, but a story creator......

 

In other words I would much rather be the person who you write about over being the person writing about someone else.....

Just change the 'i' parts to Gerald, and then change the verb tenses.  Unless you wrote something like: "When I look back..."  Then that's another issue.

[thethiefofvictory 339]

Ok this is my entry.  890 words as of now (not including chapter title.  Please forgive weird formatting from Libre Office.

 

Vengeance

 

Surprised and more than a little bit miffed, Gerald began to tear away from his father as Alexis reached over for an embrace. As he started to head out of the room, someone stopped him. His uncle.

 

“Gerald, we couldn’t tell you.” Oswald tried to console him. “I thought you’d understand.”

 

“Understand what?” Gerald shot back. “First you tell me to work for a corrupted news company, and now this?”

 

Oswald sighed in resignation. “I already told you. I was trying to get you to rebel against them, but you listened to them instead of us. Just this time, do it for your father.”

 

After Gerald contemplated this in his head, he made a decision, “Fine, I’ll do it. But for you, not him.”, glancing over at his father. As they sat down to make a plan, the doorbell rang.

 

“I’ll get it,” Alexis called over to the others and rushed to answer the doorbell. Meanwhile, Oswald and Gerald followed behind, wondering who could be calling at this time of day. Once the door opened, Gerald stood in shock as he watched his boss step into the house.

 

“Can I get some coffee?” the boss queried, “Oh, and make it black. No sugar either, but get me one or two of those Splenda packets.” As Oswald hurried to get the coffee, the boss sat down on a sofa and tried to look comfortable and intimidating at the same time. “Gerald, I was looking for you. After two days, I couldn’t find you. So we searched your house. No one was home. So I decided to ask your uncle Oswald if he had seen you, and there you were when I knocked on the door. Besides, your assignments were due a while ago. Hand them in.”

 

So Gerald went to retrieve his nonexistent articles but bumped into Oswald on the way there. “Don’t try to hide,” Oswald directed. Gerald protested, but before he could do anything about it, his uncle nudged him and commanded him to go back to the living room. Quickly, he returned with empty hands.

 

“I must have left my work at home,” Gerald fibbed, hoping for a chance to get away from the topic.

 

“Nonsense!” his boss retorted. “Just a few days ago I had been looking for you. So I called the police and asked for a search warrant to enter your house. I thought that even if you were gone, I could at least find your articles and publish them. We found nothing. Not even the three photos that I gave you. Now hand them in. This is the last time I’ll tell you.”

 

Suddenly, to Gerald's surprise, Alexis stood up. Walking to a file cabinet, he extracted a folder full of papers. As he came back into the room, he handed the file to the boss. “Here’s Gerald’s work.”

 

Only uttering a grunt of appreciation, the boss opened the folder, fingering through the papers. They were all blank. Becoming more and more frustrated as he flipped through what seemed like endless reams of blank paper, he yelled, “This isn’t a joke! I need the news now!”

 

Gerald hastened to reply to his boss, but Alexis beat him to it. “You’re not getting a single page of his assignments,” he growled, then unsheathed a dagger from under his belt. “You’re going down.”

 

However, the boss seemed unnerved. Once Alexis came within ten feet of him, the boss took out his gun. “Noooooo!” Oswald cried. BANG! The sound of the gunshot seemed to last for ages, but Alexis instantaneously keeled over, dagger clutched tightly in hand.

 

As Oswald examined Alexis’s body, looking for signs of life, a strange feeling entered Gerald. “We’ve lost him,” Oswald whispered in a quiet voice. Ever since his father had been known to him, Gerald had shunned Alexis for leaving him at a young age. This time was different. Gerald burned with anger, obviously mad at what his boss had done.

 

Knowing nothing, he just did what came to mind first. Grabbing the coffee mug, he flung it as his boss. The clay shattered and cut through the boss’s face. Groaning, the boss struggled to sit up but managed.

 

Once he had partially recovered from his wounds, the boss used all his strength to point the pistol at Gerald. Gerald stepped back and shut his eyes, waiting for the light from heaven. Strangely, nothing happened, just the sound of the gun. I’m alive?, Gerald wondered. When he made sure he was still on Earth, a plan formed in his head.

 

Seizing the opportunity, Gerald pried the dagger from Alexis’s hand and took aim at the boss. However, as he was going to throw, his eyes came in contact with his boss’s. Though the boss looked like he was begging for forgiveness, for the first time, Gerald didn’t care. Throwing the knife, he watched as it landed in the boss’s body with a satisfying thunk.

 

Moments later, a loud shriek emanated in the distance, followed by rapid footsteps.  Not long after, the sound of a siren sent Oswald running to the window.

 

Pale-faced and shocked, Oswald turned to Gerald. "It's the police," he gasped.

 

***

 

Once all the legal matters were settled, Gerald decided to start a company of his own: a newspaper company. To do what he loved to do. Write.

 

Fun Fact: this story leads back to the title.

 

P.S. Is Grand entering?

P.S. Grand can't enter because he won last time. I believe. 

 

Also, how did the family end up in their home, weren't they chatting in a cell in Chapter 3 and 4, with Gerald confined in?

[Person_Random 4,991]

They are in Oswald's house?  At least that's how I interpreted it...

 

It doesn't really seem like a specific setting.  I didn't really specify if it was the house, but I guess it could be told that way too.

Edited June 17, 2018 by Person_Random

[thethiefofvictory 339]

The Truth

 

 “Why are you lying? What do you want?”

The son refused to believe the revelation. Why would he believe he was the son of a family of assassins?

There was a man before him. His trembling hands held a small gun. Modest, but effective. “Stand” and Gerald obeyed, if merely to save his life.

 

“It’s about time this firm ended. It’s been a century, and thousands of innocents killed because someone could pay for said innocent’s death. It won’t be easy. And we need you.”

This was the reply by the man with the gun. Alexis Elizer, his father.

The door creaked open. Gerald’s eyes opened wide, for beyond his cell lay a prison, not an illegal holding site. There were other cells for as far as his eyes could see, holding criminals within their walls. Perhaps some held innocents?

It occurred to him that the assassination firm controlled the nation. That the news firm he was invited to work in is just one branch of a vast conspiracy. That this prison is another.

Gerald did not believe in such conspiracies. He always believed that conspiracies could never hide in the shadows for long.

He had been here once before, many years ago. He spent many years here. He knew the tiniest of details, and even some escape routes. It should be easy to run.

He broke free and ran for his life. Trained guards armed with guns gave chase, to no avail. Gerald was too fast.

At last he was free of the confines of the prison walls. He found himself at a cliff behind the black building, surrounded by mountains and a fall he could not survive.

This was not intended. Gerald had never known this. He had never seen this. How, he asked himself, would he escape this?

He felt a gun in his right hand. He raised it, and sure enough, there was a gun. He stared at it intently. Alexis had held it in his hands. But Gerald seemed to recognize it as more.

He saw guards around him, all holding their own weapons. Then came Alexis and Oswald. The latter held up a hand, and the guards lowered their weapons in obedience. Gerald raised his, eyes trained at Oswald.

“Do you remember why you were in prison?” Oswald asked.

“False accusations.”

“So naive. Your mother was not the family’s last assassin. You are. That gun you hold is one you’ve held many times before. Little was ever proven, and you were convicted merely for corporate theft. Your suspicions are right, Gerald. Mostly.”

Gerald found it impossible to believe this. What, what was this? Was he an assassin? What is happening?! And how, how did Oswald know what he thought?

Then came the truth.

“You see, Gerald, you don’t remember. Well, let me reveal this: someone sitting before a desk with a computer atop reads everything you think, wipes every memory he needs to, and does much of what you do. And you gave your consent to this.”

These terrible words had a profound, powerful effect on Gerald’s naive mind. He felt himself break into a thousand pieces. Then calm.

He knew why.

His hands instinctively pulled the trigger. A man fell. Gerald ran, and found another passage to the other side. Beyond the prison’s front doors lay the city, his destination.

After what seemed to be years to Gerald, he reached a secure house in the shadows of the news firm and what lurked beneath. He trusted this place, for it had cloaked him from the watchful eyes of GENEX for years, after every kill.

Not this time. How long will you run, Gerald?

I relished the look of fear on his face. The fear that overcomes murderers and those who earn their living by illicit means, when their secure rabbit holes are discovered.

Don’t worry, Gerald. I am not an enemy. Maybe you’ll recognize me. The relic spy, Joseph Carter?

The door opened, that of the tunnels connecting the house to his former workplace. Through it came Gerald’s father and uncle, bound in chains. And your sister’s also coming, Gerald.

Alexis and Oswald, your treachery has been discovered. Cal… the boss, has authorized me to execute you both. Gerald, fire!

Instead he pointed at me.

“Cal. Callum. The second target. My assignment is complete. Farewell, Carter.”

And he fired.

Gerald turned and pointed at his dear father and uncle.

The door opened. Through it came his sister.

“Don’t fire, Gerald.”

Alexis proceeded to utter his final words. “Gerald. There’s only one way to end this. You’ll have to kill us. And find Callum.”

“What do you mean, Dad?”

“‘Dad’. Thank you. But some things are not meant to be known. Three deaths will end GENEX and the company. The people will learn, and they will beat both to death. That is all you can know.”

Gerald fired. A tear fell from his eye. Alarms rang, uniformed men came.

 

“A century of conspiracy, and look how it ended.”

 

“Thank you, sir.”

***

“So, Gerald. What next?”

 

“I’m not sure. I could join the police, become a detective, join the army. Or maybe I’ll write. I don’t trust the news anymore, but maybe I’ll write a novel. On everything that happened. And I’m sorry about Callum.”
 

“Good luck in whatever you do, Gerald. And don’t worry, I don’t care. It was necessary.”

“Thank you. Kristi.”

 

Word count of the story is 899. I had managed to bring it up to 1040 words, and had to cut the 140 extra words :P

 

And if anyone's confused, I can explain.

(Carter is the narrator. If that's not supposed to happen, I can change it)

Edited June 18, 2018 by thethiefofvictory

[Person_Random 4,991]

noice

[Person_Random 4,991]

(Carter is the narrator. If that's not supposed to happen, I can change it)

I guess it's ok but maybe a slight change in POV(?)  Not sure tbh but once I got disqualified for narrating from a different POV.  (writing contests for class)

Edited June 18, 2018 by Person_Random

[thethiefofvictory 339]

I guess it's ok but maybe a slight change in POV(?)  Not sure tbh but once I got disqualified for narrating from a different POV.  (writing contests for class)

Hmm, I think I could do with a reply from Flex himself.

[P.4.R.K.O.U.R 329]

The Rebellion ( Or Not?)

Gerald couldn't control his emotions and he hugged his father.
"Dad...", he said
"Yes, son?"
"...you smell like asparagus."
"Curse the perfume."
Suddenly someone entered the room, clapping. There was an armed guard behind him. "Family reunion, huh? Well, let me complete it ", he said. His face was covered. Gerald recognised him as the same person who had given him the horrendous tasks.
The person threw away his sunglasses and Gerald heard his dad whisper "Father...". He looked quite like Gerald in his old age. "With a face like that, I too would have to cover myself up. I can't afford to have people throwing eggs at me." Gerald thought.
"Yes, I am Ferris.. it's a shame being a father of such traitors" said his grandfather. He looked around "I see that all the filth in the family blood has collected here."
His eyes fell on Gerald. "After Alexis ran away, I thought that at least fresh guns would continue the family tradition. But they turned out to be even worse.... That's why I like old guns."
The guard handed him a musket. He took out a pouch of gunpowder and filled the barrel. Then he took a bullet and loaded the gun.
"Why doesn't the ball go inside!" he roared.
"Hand me the gun, Dad" Alexis offered. Ferris handed it over and Alexis banged the backside on the floor, and the ball went inside. " Here you go".
"Thanks, now prepare to die!!".
Gerald closed his eyes and bid goodbye to the evil world.
Ferris pulled the trigger and the gun fired... at the wall.
"CURSE THE AIM!" roared Ferris.
"Try again, father" suggested Alexis. Ferris loaded the gun again with the help of Alexis and aimed again.
Gerald again closed his eyes and bid farewell to the evil world. Ferris again pulled the trigger.
A shot was fired and Gerald heard someone groan in pain. He opened his eyes. His grandfather lay there with a gunshot wound on his head.
The gun had misfired.
" What a noob, Ha Ha Ha!" laughed Alexis clutching his stomach while Oswald giggled. Even Gerald could not help but smile.
But the threat was not over. The armed guard pointed his pistol right at Gerald. Gerald closed his eyes for the last time and bid farewell to the evil world.
A shot rang out. Gerald opened his eyes to find the guard dead.
"Darn it!!... Why do you keep adding suspense again and again and ending it in such a stupid way?!"
What actually happened was this:
Kristi Elizer stepped in like the heroine of a story and began tickling the guard and the guard, laughing madly, pumped a bullet in his own chest.
"How dare you free yourself! I was going to come as a hero to save you!" groaned Gerald.
"I saved your darn life, kid" snarled Kristi.
"Yeah, THANK YOU!" he barked at her.
"Please stop fighting.", interrupted Oswald looking concerned, "You know what...Ferris never comes alone."
"Of course he brought a guard." said Gerald, pointing at the dead man.
"I meant other than him."
"Yeah, he brings his rusty old musket too", suggested Alexis.
"I mean except his guard, musket, sunglasses, clothes, underpants, EVERYTHING!" shouted Oswald.
At that moment several armed men entered the room.
"Spies", Oswald informed Gerald.
"The game's over!" said the leader.
"The GAME ended June 8th." said Gerald.
"You think you are punny, kid?", replied the leader with a smirk. "...Then embrace your end!"
Oswald was quick to react "Your shoelaces are untied!"
The leader looked down. His shoelaces were actually untied.
"Hold this for a moment, will you?", he threw the rifle towards Kristi.
"Sure" she said. The leader tied his laces. Kristi handed over the gun.
"Thanks", he said and aimed his weapon at her.
"What about we get some fresh air and talk this thing out in the open?" suggested Gerald.
"Ok".
Gerald, Kristi, Oswald and Alexis got out of the basement of Oswald's house and onto the lawn along with the men.
At that moment, many police cars filled the driveway. The officers got out and pointed their pistols at the armed men. "Put your weapons down and hands up!" they yelled.
The leader chuckled "You think your pistols are any match for our firearms?".
"Actually, no...but we have something else."
The officer pulled out a poster and showed it to them.
It was an image of Flexoo... when he was a noob.
"Aaargh. The mammoth and isida are so UGLY!" the leader screamed. "We surrender, we immediately surrender".
The spies threw their guns down and the officers arrested them.

Gerald looked around to see everyone smiling.
"This really is a happy family reunion" said Alexis.
"But one of us is dead" pointed out Oswald.
"Can't say I am sad".
Everything looked great for Gerald. The agency would be closed and there would be no one to make him assassinate anyone...

The commander of the unit headed towards them. "For the work each of you have done..."
"Would we be getting a nice reward?" asked Gerald, excited.
The commander nodded. "You two...", he pointed at Alexis and Oswald, "..are charged with various counts of murder and you two..", he pointed at Kristi and Gerald, "...are charged with abetment to suicide and conspiring to murder, respectively. Officers please arrest them."

And that's how all four of them ended up happily in jail.

The End

Word count is 0.0000000899 X 10^10.

Edited June 28, 2018 by P.4.R.K.O.U.R

[Person_Random 4,991]

Hmm, I think I could do with a reply from Flex himself.

Don't trust me.  I'm a bad writer.  My contest results in writing class say so.

[P.4.R.K.O.U.R 329]

 

 

The Truth

 

 

Instead he pointed at me.

 

“Cal. Callum. The second target. My assignment is complete. Farewell, Carter.”

 

And he fired.

 

Gerald turned and pointed at his dear father and uncle.

 

The door opened. Through it came his sister.

 

“Don’t fire, Gerald.”

 

Alexis proceeded to utter his final words. “Gerald. There’s only one way to end this. You’ll have to kill us. And find Callum.”

 

“What do you mean, Dad?”

 

“‘Dad’. Thank you. But some things are not meant to be known. Three deaths will end GENEX and the company. The people will learn, and they will beat both to death. That is all you can know.”

 

Gerald fired. A tear fell from his eye. Alarms rang, uniformed men came.

 

“A century of conspiracy, and look how it ended.”

 

“Thank you, sir.”

***

“So, Gerald. What next?”

 

“I’m not sure. I could join the police, become a detective, join the army. Or maybe I’ll write. I don’t trust the news anymore, but maybe I’ll write a novel. On everything that happened. And I’m sorry about Callum.”

 

“Good luck in whatever you do, Gerald. And don’t worry, I don’t care. It was necessary.”

 

“Thank you. Kristi.”

I didn't quite understand. Gerald pointed at Carter and told him he killed Callum? Can you explain the story?

[Person_Random 4,991]

Just came back from writing class.  So demoralized... -_- -_- :( -_- -_-

[thethiefofvictory 339]

I didn't quite understand. Gerald pointed at Carter and told him he killed Callum? Can you explain the story?

When is it mentioned that Gerald killed Callum? It's merely mentioned that Gerald's assignment is complete. Two separate things, however similar they may seem. (Gerald's initial assignment was to obtain info)

 

I can repair it if it's too big a hole, though

[P.4.R.K.O.U.R 329]

When is it mentioned that Gerald killed Callum? It's merely mentioned that Gerald's assignment is complete. Two separate things, however similar they may seem. (Gerald's initial assignment was to obtain info)

 

I can repair it if it's too big a hole, though

I don't think there's any problem in the story. Maybe I am just one of the guys who read a whole Harry Potter book and ask "Was Voldemort an actress?".

If you have the time can you please explain the plot and story thoroughly?

Edited June 20, 2018 by P.4.R.K.O.U.R

[Person_Random 4,991]

I kinda get it so it's ok.  I have great reasoning skills...not really.

[Person_Random 4,991]

Ok after reading some more, I think there is a problem with the 'I' in the story.  you can't really do that unless carter was telling the story the whole time.  I might be wrong...

[thethiefofvictory 339]

I don't think there's any problem in the story. Maybe I am just one of the guys who read a whole Harry Potter book and ask "Was Voldemort an actress?".

If you have the time can you please explain the plot and story thoroughly?

Look where your mind forbids you to, 

look beyond the warning line, 

and trespass into spoiler land, 

and all shall be (un)clear. 

 

 

First things first. Turns out, the company didn't kidnap or confine Gerald as assumed - they sent him to a prison, accusing him of crimes that he never committed. Turns out though, he did commit those crimes, only he doesn't remember because the company, to an extent, controls his actions and makes sure he only remembers what they want him to. The desk and computer can be taken both literally and metaphorically. It also turns out that the conspiracy is likely larger than the company, but let's leave it at that. 

 

He escapes to a certain hiding place near the news firm, which is said to have hidden him from GENEX. Which means... well, GENEX isn't merely a relic collecting organization. There he finds their spy, Joseph Carter, awaiting him. He reveals that he has kidnapped Alexis and Oswald, and through a slip of tongue also mentions that Frank Callum is his boss. Gerald (or Alexis, or Oswald, or even Kristi - it's not clear) notices this, and mentions that his assignment is complete - that is, he has discovered their identities, or something. Interpret what you will of the assignment, and whose it was. 

 

Then he fires at Carter, and supposedly kills him, but it can be assumed that he does not die (the story continues on, without the narrator changing). He turns to his father and uncle, who encourage him to fire, claiming that their deaths (and a third death - likely Callum) will expose the company. The resulting series of expositions and scandals would end the company. That is what happens - the police etc learn, and Gerald mentions the conspiracy (i.e the company). The police lets him go, and even thanks him. The final scene is, well, a little finishing chat.

 

How Alexis' and Oswald's deaths end the company is up to the reader to decide. After all, some things are not meant to be known, as Alexis said.

 

 

 

@Person Carter WAS narrating the whole time. In my version of the story anyway heh

Edited June 21, 2018 by thethiefofvictory

[P.4.R.K.O.U.R 329]

Thanks for explaining.

[Person_Random 4,991]

K

Makes more sense.

[Person_Random 4,991]

P.S. I also changed the parts where you said it was like a house to make the building open for interpretation.

[P.4.R.K.O.U.R 329]

My comedy doesn't stand a chance against these grandly executed (:p) suspense thrillers.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Or will it? :ph34r:

Edited June 21, 2018 by P.4.R.K.O.U.R

[Magical.Tanki04 4]

"The game's over!" said the leader.

"The GAME ended June 8th." said Gerald.

 

Fell out of the chair laughing. XD

[GrandExecutioner 1,403]

Chapter 5: Sacrifice

"Can we go over the plan one more time?" The uncertainty in Gerald's voice was nothing new.

Oswald's sigh was audible through Gerald's earpiece. A second later and his uncle's voice crackled through the mic again. "Okay, listen up. Breaking into the office when it's closed during the night is virtually impossible. Which is why we're going to do it in broad daylight. You're going to walk through those front doors. You're going to stroll into the lobby. And you're going to flash a smile at Stephanie behind her desk. She'll slide you a key which you'll pick up without breaking your stride."

Perhaps finding out Stephanie was involved in a conspiracy would've swayed Gerald yesterday. But after everything today? Not so much.

"Take the lift to the 52nd floor. Use the key to unlock the boss' office. Walk over to the computer and turn it on. Insert the drive I gave to you into the USB port. I'll then be able to get past the encrypted password from here."

Gerald was struggling to keep up.

"Alexis is in a meeting with the boss on the 3rd floor. He'll stall for time giving you a small window. Kristi will short-circuit the cameras on the 52nd floor replaying the same footage for a short period of time." Oswald paused to take a breath. "Once I get past the encryption, it's all up to you. We need someone physically there to download the file we're after."

Suddenly, Oswald lowered his tone as if he was afraid somebody would hear.

"I spent years tracking down this file. File #NIVES1897. It contains a record of all the company's activities, clients, targets, everything. We secure the file, we're home free."

Gerald closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

"This is it, Gerald. We're so close now..."

 

⚔⚔⚔

 

Alexis nervously tapped his fingers on the table waiting for the meeting to start. Only a couple of hours ago he had seen his son for the first time in 18 years. It had taken all his strength not to break down hysterically in front of the boy.

No, I need to compose myself. I've got work to do. My family needs me.

"Ahh, Mr Elizer. To what do I owe this pleasure?" The boss pulled up a chair and sat down without shaking Alexis' outreached hand. "Unfortunately, my schedule is looking a bit busy so I'm afraid I can only spare you 10 minutes."


 

⚔⚔⚔

 

Stephanie tapped away on her keyboard not concentrating on her monitor. Her gaze was fixed on the door. Anxiously, she waited. Then the automatic doors slid open and a young man strolled in. He glanced in her direction and smiled. She seemed to be fixated on her screen. Without looking up, Stephanie slid a key across the desk still sporting a neutral expression; the young man swiftly picking it up without breaking his pace.

She avoided looking back up.

Good luck, Gerald!


 

⚔⚔⚔

 

In just one of the many security rooms, five men were slumped on their chairs. Heads rolled back. Motionless.

A young lady could be seen sitting behind a computer, blue light from a multitude of screens reflecting her sharp features. She was typing rapidly but came to a stop abruptly. She turned her attention to one of the screens in the corner. A young man in an elevator could be seen waiting patiently. His eyes were fixed on the only button lit up. The number 52 was illuminated. After exactly 19 seconds, the doors slid open to reveal his floor and he stepped out disappearing out of view. She hit a button to switch to the camera where he should've appeared. But it only showed the same empty corridor as before. As would the screens in every other security room.

Kristi stood up seemingly satisfied. Her job was done.


 

⚔⚔⚔

 

Gerald wiped a bead of sweat from his eyebrow. His eyes were fixed on the bold text in front of him.

DOWNLOAD in Progress: 87%

 

Boom! The door of the office swung open making Gerald jump up, tipping the chair over.

"About time young man!" The first thing Gerald saw when he spun around was the barrel of a gun. Held by none other than his boss, a sneer etched across his face. "I wondered when you would show up."

"And we wondered when YOU would show up." Oswald emerged at the door pointing a gun at the boss. "It's over."

Alexis came up behind Oswald with his own gun and stood shoulder to shoulder next to his uncle. "You can't shoot us all."

The boss' smile was wiped off. It was clear anger had taken over now. Gerald closed his eyes. He knew what was going to happen.

The sound of a bullet echoed around the room, immediately followed by another. Gerald didn't know who had fired but to his relief, it was his boss who fell down.

But then his uncle sank to his knees- a pool of red visibly growing on his chest...


 

⚔⚔⚔

 

Gerald kneeled down in front of the gravestone. Tears were streaming down his face and landing as dark spots on the soil. He was crying. For himself. For all the victims killed by his bloodline. But most of all, for his uncle. The man who had sacrificed his life for Gerald's freedom.

For his family's freedom.

Word Count: 896

Edited June 22, 2018 by GrandExecutioner

[JAGMAN2468 104]

Well rip, Grand entered  :ph34r: .

[Person_Random 4,991]

Well rip, Grand entered  :ph34r: .

Lol me too

 

Chances of getting a prize just took a nosedive cause of my lack of self-esteem and Grand's amazing talents. -_-

Guess I'll never be a good writer...

 

_{My teacher never thought I was good anyways... :ph34r:}

Edited June 21, 2018 by Person_Random

[Person_Random 4,991]

I remember that I used to do this, but no more

I'm trash at this :P :P :ph34r: :ph34r:

I'm still trash at this