Pull the trigger

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You fire and a scream pierces the air. It was a girls scream, all the kidnappers were men. Your dark-brown eyes grow wide and you rush to your victims side. Kneeling next to the bleeding figure amber eyes meet yours, tears well up in your eyes as ypu hold your twin sister, Chimaera's dying body. Her face, usually so lively grows pale. She had come to save you and you shot her in thanks. Chimaera whispers "Take care of dad" and then secinds later, dies. The kidnappers, alarmed by the gunshot were running towards you and before you could do anything, you meet the same fat eas your sister. Who'd take care of Dad now?
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You fire and a scream pierces the air. It was a girls scream, all the kidnappers were men. Your dark-brown eyes grow wide and you rush to your victims side. Kneeling next to the bleeding figure amber eyes meet yours, tears well up in your eyes as ypu hold your twin sister, Chimaera's dying body. Her face, usually so lively grows pale. She had come to save you and you shot her in thanks. Chimaera whispers "Take care of dad" and then seconds later, dies. The kidnappers, alarmed by the gunshot were running towards you and before you could do anything, you meet the same fat eas your sister. Who'd take care of Dad now?

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You fire and a scream pierces the air. It was a girls scream, all the kidnappers were men. Your dark-brown eyes grow wide and you rush to your victims side. Kneeling next to the bleeding figure amber eyes meet yours, tears well up in your eyes as ypu hold your twin sister, Chimaera's dying body. Her face, usually so lively grows pale. She had come to save you and you shot her in thanks. Chimaera whispers "Take care of dad" and then seconds later, dies. The kidnappers, alarmed by the gunshot were running towards you and before you could do anything, you meet the same fat eas your sister. Who'd take care of Dad now?


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