~ hi everyone( or everypony ) this is my first try in the world of fanfic I will going update other chapters soon ( if I can of course) anyway ,have good reading and please I WANT review for my story .
fun fact? I use my android phone for typing this story in my job break !
~stellan ~
bad day
Ring, ring, ring , ri...BANNNG! "Oh please, turn the hell off you stupid clock!!" I raise my head after some effort and finally look to the clock, which I had slammed into the wall.
"Damn not again," I say to myself as I get out of my bed. Note to myself, never mix Jack Daniel’s, vodka, crush and Monster energy drink again... NEVER. Ow. I have one of those headaches this morning; it’s like a got hit by a truck!
I make my way to the bathroom, drink some water and look at my face in the mirror. Brown hair, gray eyes, white skin and... hey! Where the fuck is my pinch?! Oh, I remember now. My friend Dave challenged me, saying that I didn’t have the balls to cut off my beautiful long pinch with a pair of scissors... I know... what an idiot. His face was priceless, though, when I took out my hunting knife and violently cut off a large portion of facial hair; a huge smile across my face. His face was priceless.
Anyway, going to my chamber, I begin to put on my military mechanic’s suit. Yes, I'm in the Canadian Forces; for about a year now as a tank mechanic, and I fucking like it!
I’m only twenty years old, but I already own a house, a car, a pool, and a garage! I have been unable to find love, though, or the love has been unable to find me; the last time I have woman in my life, she cheated on me with my best friend and stole my new laptop, as well as my new LED TV! I lost a good friend because of this, of course.
I pick up the newspaper and take a look at it. Nothing interesting. Just death, more death, publicity and, oh! Wait! More death. I let out a sigh, and tossed the paper back to where I had found it "This is going to be a good day…. “I say to myself when I see the stormy grey sky outside.
I take my key and insert it into my new 2012 Subaru STI. Clok; the sound your key makes when it breaks off in the car door’s lock. "Just great, can this day get any better?!”
As if life had heard that and accepted my challenge; it began to pour, harder than I have ever seen it before, just as my sentence ended. Seriously, fuck my life.
I called up a taxi and paid him to drive me to the military base where I work. I arrive at my job very late; the fucking taxi from hell.
After being insulted by my lieutenant for that, I begin the repairs to the diesel engine I had begun repairs on last week. Working on this for the entire morning, and after a lunch break, I begin to make my way back to the garage when I feel something poke the back of my head, something cold, round, and metallic. When I hear the clik-clak of a gun being loaded, I know what’s happening; someone is taking me hostage.
He takes me back into the garage, the gun still against my head, panic filling my head and fear creeping into my heart. I can feel the gun shaking against the back of my head, making me even more nervous; HE’S HOLDING A GUN IN HIS SHAKING HAND!
Suddenly, I felt a breath close to my ear and the man (I guessed it was a man with his tone of voice) says with a smooth breath, “You probably don’t know why I’ve taken you, instead of one of the other monsters who run this hell factory, or what I’m going to do to you and all of your friends… do you want to know?...Hum… of course you want know, or maybe not? You’re probably like all of the other people on this base, cold hearted, brainwashed, and ready to kill woman or children without a thought to those who you’ve hurt.”
I was shocked. That was probably the best word I could use to describe the look on my face. Why? Why did this man care about me and the other people on this base? What was going happen to me? I finally found the courage to speak. "What’s going happen to me?" I said with fear in my voice.
"You?” he laughed, and not the good kind of laugh, more like the, “I going kill you in the worst method possible,” laugh.
"Please! I’m just a mechanic! I never hurt or killed anyone from my life! "
"Liar! You repair the machines whose purpose is to kill!"
"But this just a job…."
"SHUT THE FUCK UP!"
At this point my face was covered in tears, tears born of fear; fear of what was going to happen, fear of what will probably happen, fear for my life and those of the other people on the base. The fear was replaced by anger; there was no more fear, no more terror. If I’m going to die, I want to die fighting for my life, and for all the life this man would take with his gun.
I turned around to face the man, and my face dropped into one of shock once again. I couldn’t believe who was standing in front of me, I couldn’t believe that this person had so much hate for me, I couldn’t believe… how could my brother do something like this…?
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