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Title: the story of the rose (part 3)



something about him you probably didnt know is that he is a war veteran. he was top class in every feild but the ravages of war took its toll on him so he left. he hopped onto his motorcycle and flored it to the place the letter said to come. when he got there 6 veitnamese males were standing there waiting for him. then an older one with a scar across his forehead walked out of the shadows in the alley they were in and greeted him. "do you remember me" ask the scarred man "because i remember you, veitnam 3 years ago. your squad raided my village and killed my wife. so i payed them all a visit" he threw the pictures of his fellow squad men's bloody corpses at his feet. before the man could talk he had the pistols in his hands and took out 4 of the men, the other two unloaded pistol shots into the his chest. he reloaded and took them out and was looking at the scarred man. "killing is all that follows you isnt it, the only one close to you is death. i ask you, do you think your a good person?" he shot the man in the heart and heard police sirens, he stumbled to his bike and drove home. he parked in his normal spot and ran up the stairs to his door. he stopped and thought, he couldnt rot in a cell to always be missing her. the idea was worse then death and fear enveloped his heart. then it hit him.

he walks in threw the door sweating from fear, he didnt mean to slam the door. what if the neighbors heard it he thought. he decided he'll have to go faster then originally planned. he rushes to his bedroom and goes threw his sock droor throwing the sock out. he grabs something and walks out of the room. he sits on his balcony watching the sun rise over the sea, beautiful he thought to him self. then there was knocking at his door, his neighbor must have called the police. "open up, police!" he barked threw the otherside of the door. his voice sounded horse, must of been a smoker he thought. he stayed sitting in his chair watching the sun continue to rise. "ill give you to the count of 3 before we bash the door down" barked the policemen, his voice getting tainted with his fustration. the man started thinking about what got him here and why its come to this. "1" barked the police man. the man remembered, it was for her."2" barked the police man getting louder every count. she had been taking from him, he wondered were the real justice was. "3" he screamed bursting threw the door his men filling the room seeing the man in his chair. he whispered one word. "rose." he lifted up the what he had grabbed from the sock droor and.
BANG!!!!!!!!!!! he fell to the floor, a smile on his lifeless body. he was now with rose, his rose.


THE END