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Well, I rarely write stories anymore, but I was working on one before, and I just got some of it on my laptop, so I have decided to post it and see what everyone thinks
And it has cussing in:so be warned


Gunshots rang over head. The city had been invaded by filthy bitches from other cities trying to get more money. There was blood and danger lurking everywhere.
I doged a bullet as it rang over and struck the wall, shattering. This world was not safe. Danger, poverty, beggars, death, and murder was everywhere.In fact, so many people had been crowded in tiny little buildings and breeding like rabbits, this war was a blessing meant to remove the cancer of humans from the planet forever.
People overpopulated and destroyed anything they laid they're greedy hands on.
So much death, and this whole war was over money. No one knew where it had started, but it would never end, and nothing and nobody could stop it.
The war was a combination of blood, sweat, and death. Nothing less, nothing more.
I was twenty, and with the National Guard. Many soldiers had died to save our city. This country had once been the U.S. Nothing had remained after the great bombings where nothing lived. Billions of species dead in 5 seconds flat.
All the s**t-head bastards wanted power. But nobody could have it, for the would just be assassinated if they did relieve power. I had witnessed it.
But in this country of war, nobody safe. You didn't have homies to back you up. You didn't have anyone except yourself. Every man to himself was what it was.
I had murdered others in the Guard, not knowing they were on my side, but mostly, I killed citizens.
We protected the people who didn't fight us. But we weren't unstoppable:the citizens were. You couldn't tell a citizen form a non-citizen, though. Telebans were everywhere, terrorists, murders, everyone.
I stopped to wipe the blood and sweat off my forhead with my sleeve. A dirty face stared at me from across the destroyed road. A Muslim. I slowly pulled out a machine gun and aimed.
I heard a struggle, and quickly looked up. The Muslim was staring at me with pleading eyes, and I saw a dark figure running away from me. I nodded curtly to the Muslim, and she turned and ran.
"You better not show your face here again."I swore,"filth"
I shot a citizen running across the rubble toward me. I didn't bother finding out what they wanted. It was to late to have a heart. They had killed my wife and child, destroyed my house and life, so now all I had was my gun.
And now I didn't understand why I let that woman live when she was with the bastards who had destroyed me. I had been fighting 3 years now, and never let anyone live before.
I didn't have a soul:It had gone went the first human I murdered died. I didn't feel remorse or pity for anything living or dead.a figure ran across the street and i raised my gun and shot them in the head as a helicopter flew overhead. it had a huge rusty picture of a swastika.
I shot at it, but the armor on the plane was to thick to be penetrated by bullets.I dodged out of the way of the bullets as they came bouncing back. I snarled and shot at the helicopter again. But it continued to go forward.
Suddenly, there was an explosion across the street, and rubble was thrown everywhere, and burning heaps of stuff everywhere grew suddenly hotter and brighter.
The helicopter started landing. I stood my ground as the deadly blades came closer to the ground. A bit of un-rusted metal glinted in the remaining light. Night was close. Finally, the plane landed, almost 20 feet from me, and several soldiers leaped out of the door and ran toward me. I loaded my gun and pulled the trigger, but missed the targets head and hit the helicopter.
The soldiers surrounded me, weapons held, ready to fire. They started advancing. I got ready to fire, but they're were at least 10, to many to kill in one round.
10???I thought. Only 5 had climbed out of the Chopper. there must've been two choppers. Someone grabbed my arms and twisted them behind my back as another snatched my gun. I struggled and fought to get away, but what stopped me was what happened next. Instead of the bullet to the brain like I thought they would do, another man stepped from the helicopter. He was the recruiter, or so the terrorist holding me captive said. He leered.
"So you're the infamous Jake? The one who kills with no mercy. That cannot be stopped for anything."
I snarled and strained my muscles against the grips of the soldiers and fought for some escape. A soldier stepped up and handed him my gun.
"Not impressive for such an undefeatable man."He studied the gun."15 caliber pistol, huh? The way people describe you, you might as well have a bazooka."
And with that, he tucked the gun into his black jacket.
"Get him in that chopper, boys. We're loading out." He turned back into the helicopter, and the soldiers drug me along. I fought to get away, but their grips were to strong.I wanted badly to put a bullet in each and everyone of they're brains. My gun had killed more people then anyone else's. What the ******** did these sons of bitches want?



Yes, I know its cheesy, but that's the only part I have available now. I have to edit and change it around alot

cute...you should put glittry white butterflies in it

lol ya i agree it was rlly good and good to change the happy endings