Ivor's Last Stand (Short Story)Ivor saw the horror of his family being attacked, tears stinging his eyes. He could not allow this to happen! He thought to himself worriedly. He searched around before finding an assault riffle and some ammo. He places it into the weapon before getting out of the car.
Memories flooded through his mind, his true past, his history, of who he really was. He was raised and trained to be a soldier that is most skilled and shows little fear in battle. He raised his gun up and fires with good accuracy at the attackers, blood splattering in the air.
Devin screamed in surprise, his eyes widening a little in horror of what Ivor is doing. "Ivor!" He yelled out with concern. Ivor did not listen, murder was just a way of survival. He killed the rest of the men, blood pooling all over the ground. "I have it up to here! My insanity has been released and this is what happens! Do not touch my family!" He shouted into the air.
Devin rushed towards him and literally slams into Ivor into a tight embracin
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"Falling to my depth of hell.
It was like drowning.
With my hand outstretched for you.
Screaming out for you but no sounds.
The darkness consuming me, watching you.
As distance pulled both of us apart.
A loyal servant.
A loyal soldier, leaving your grasp.
I made a promise.
I have failed you.
My lord, my king, my savior.
My life means nothing.
A servant life has no value.
Though this servant value's its king's life.
Kissing at your heels.
With my two colored eyes glinting.
'Why so sad my lord?'
The question lingered.
Never to be answered.
The servant no rights to question.
I shall glorify my pride for my king.
Burn the sky with brilliant flame.
Paint the floor with crimson red.
While decorating the city with corpse.
Loyal? Very much.
The taste of greed and lust filled my tongue.
Burning with desire.
Burning to be noticed.
To reach the top of the stairs.
My malevolent laugh kindled the air.
With a prideful proud smirk.