Moments of Death

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After he had surveyed his surroundings to make sure that his sectors were clear, John continued into the building through an underground sewerage leading him to the basement. He tucked his legs in and high crawl through the sewerage leading him to the spot where he hid all of his tools, chain saw, wrenches, sockets, drill and drill bits. It took him about five minutes to reach his destination; he was breathing heavily, I guess it was from doing the high-crawl, or perhaps from being scared of going in alone on this tough mission. Earlier before entering this facility, John had his assistant help him arrange for tools delivery, emergency exits just in case he gets compromised. Finally he was on his feet standing tall almost touching the ceilings with his long-blond hair, he once again scanned his surroundings for any foreign objects his assistant didn’t mention during their secretive briefing about this mission and also for anyone who might be around.2

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Once inside the basement of the building, John went straight to his perspective location where his weapons of choice were hidden. Once he was there a big grin hit his face followed by a loud laughter of excitements. The place was safe and no one was following him or hiding out of sight. Once he cleared his sectors, John hurried along through a garden of discarded boxes, body bags, and broken beer bottles until he reached the cat hole leading to the first floor of The Mall of America. 4

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Once John reached the main floor of the mall, he once again surveyed his surroundings, scanning his sectors and looking out for the one to be his next victim. He opened the door quietly and here he is blend in with the rest; looking around for the weak ones to skinned. One thing John did not bother to ask his assistant was numbers of the guards present during that hour; he totally hung now that he was out numbered b the guards working around his area of operations. He spotted a beautiful woman walking in front of him, but she was too far away for him to get a good snap shot of her image; he hurried to catch the woman he spotted, he only ended up empty handed. John was instable and paranoid. He tried to restrain his emotions and body language as so to hide his intentions, but his disease grew stringer in him, driving him sanely. He could not hold down a breath, walking around snapping out at everybody that bumped into. The disappearance of the beautiful woman sickened John’s central character to the point that he eventually went wild in the mall pulling out his chain-saw and started cutting all who were near him.6

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With his chain-saw John killed over 10 people so far in less than ten minutes. He finally snapped out of his rage mode realizing that he has just exposed himself and is in danger and possibly will be caught by the guards that were running towards him; John dropped his chain saw and as soon as the saw hit the tile floor, John went into a dead run, hoping that these guards don’t catch up to him. He headed down to his secret exit where his assistant was waiting in a big black van with a machine gun mounted inside pointing out of the window ready to cut any one down like a grass mower. John ran through the sewer that led him outside of the mall; he ran until his heart pumped some ecstasy into his veins, increasing his speed. Once he past the lighted area of the sewer, John stopped for a couple minutes to exhale, his breath hung between his lungs and mouth. Then he ran some more but this time slower because the sewer was too murky; it was clouded with mist, and trash lying all over; there were broken bottles, condom wrappers, panties, small, and big ones and big ass rats. If there is anything John hated, it would be them big rats. When John was a kid, he was crawling in his grandparent’s living room; his grandparent’s house was more like a zoo, they had all kind of animals, birds, dogs, parrots, monkeys, and rats. John was playing with one of his grandpa’s monkey, and one of the rats came up and started to play; he was terrorized by the way that rat looked. His face turned red, and he started shivering and shaking scared to death; and ever since John never came close to rats.9

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John slowed down to exhale and watch his steps, immediately he was on the lookout for rats hoping they don’t crawl up on him. He kept on going at the same rate of speed. Jon was walking with his back against the crumbling cement sewer wall of The Mall of America, as he continue he pondered over what had just transpired. Perhaps he had just imagined it, or his fear was rising up to a level his body and mental strength can’t handle any more, or probably hadn’t seen what he thought he had seen, or perhaps his imaginations were rising on top o his brain, or perhaps he feared being caught and put to jail. Whatever the reason was, he did not hesitate to stop and look around despite the fact that the guards from The Mall of America are still in the race with him.12

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In an eye blink, John took off again tearing his energy he had just gain apart, racing to the van that was waiting outside for him; the driver and the gunner were ready for takeoff. Seconds later John heard a gun fire which triggered his brain and strengthen his body muscle and he went at it with full speed bumping him left to right and right to left. In John’s mind he knew damn well that he have to keep a good head on his shoulder to survive and out run these fat guards from the mall. Whatever John pondered over earlier was something real to him. It kept playing in his mind, burning his eyes like a pepper spray. This image became a chilling memory for him; while he was running, the damn thing played over and over again; John was still having a hard time figuring out what the hell that creature. He could not let go of it, he could not release the image off of mind, and every time he had flash back of the image, he had this look of a child-like fearing devil or some creature in Halloween costumes. Now John is thinking back when he was fifteen, his grandfather used to tell him a handful of horror stories that used to terrify him, spilling his guts out. He is now wandering around not worrying about getting to his destination on time, or even being caught by the guards who were in the race for his capture. John stood still, as he tries to install bravery in his mind and heart, but again he was completely out of shape to be able to do that, even if the guards would have caught him, he probably would have never had a chance t o fight back and or escape. His muscle aches; his heart is racing a million miles per a second. His breath was in and out. It felt like death was near. His heart beats were faster and louder than an explosion of a five-ton atomic bomb, worst than lighting. To him it felt like death was knocking on his doors, or perhaps he was knocking on heaven’s doors. He was in so much fear; no way out in this. He sat down, his back against the grizzled walls of the sewerage. His eye turned back where he came from to see if the guards were anywhere near; to his surprise he saw a dinosaur looking creature stomping through towards him.15

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His heart beat stopped instantly as eyes wide opened to focus on the creature, John realized his life was in danger. He tried to focus his eyes to see if the guards survived this creature; but he saw a body in the mouth of this creature which was coming his way. John tried to move but couldn’t he felt like he was glued onto the wall. The dinosaur looking creature was heading towards him; it was about five yards away when John realized death is nearing and that he must do something to survive this animal. John knew had two choices, either face the creature and fight his way out, or be eaten; third option was not working for him, because his muscles were dead-I mean fucking dead that he can’t even open his mouth to scream, and or cry out for help. He closed his eyes, hoping that the dinosaur looking animal kill him instantly. He kept his eyes close because he knew that no way out of this and that he can’t resist. He felt a cool air right below his ear-loop and a kiss on his lips. He then opened his eyes to focused on the animal that was going to eat him, but could not see anything, he heard a soft melody tube in the back ground followed by a loud noise that always wakes him up in the morning-it was his alarm clock going off, and his bull dog was breathing on his neck. John realized that he was just having a nightmare. It was one of those dreams where you become some body that you aren’t18

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