Story #3 Fearless Heroism

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STORY #3) FEARLESS HEROISM

"FEARLESS HEROISM"

Written on April 26th 2009

by Miles Litteral

I woke up while it was still dark, I experienced doom and betrayal repeating through my head after seeing the hellish vision of my friends destroying each other, how and why was left to my imagination and prevention escaped me.

I lay in my bed. My room was as I had left it from yesterday. As I rose the ocean blue wall paper mixed with the smooth beautiful night sky made the vision escape me for a brief minute and take me to the serenity of my imagination. My name is Cairo Morina. I am a 16 year old 11^th grade junior at Bakerfield High School, Seattle. Recently I experienced a dark revelation and full heartedly hoped to prevent it, through what ever means necessary.

I awoke several hours later where I sat. Unbeknownst to me I fell asleep again within the peace I had experienced those hours ago. My mother called me to get dressed and eat in preparation for school. These events passed quickly with my fear of how the premonition would play out. These thoughts plagued my teenage mind to no end even during these peaceful times. I finished my breakfast within the dining room of this three bedroom house I call a home and began to make my way to the garage to drive myself to school. I entered the car and then drove away. The trip was quick as I skimmed across the asphalt road surrounded by trees to my school where I noticed something.

The school was peaceful and nothing like it was within the vision. The bell rang during this magical time of adolescence and I quickly acted on reflex to park the car and run to my classes. I was already late to my first period when suddenly I heard gunfire echo from the hallway to the outside. Was it a bomb threat? Or the ultimatum of a nationalist movement taking the school as hostage, regardless it was a prelude to tragedy.

Although I had seen the vision so many times in my head I was no soldier and the nightmare played out in my hands. I felt powerless against its overwhelming strength.

Do something! Save them!

A sudden impulse of courage overtook me and I dashed to find the source of the sound. I burst through the door and into the thin hallway of institution and traversing the halls, searching for room 112 of the vision. The violence and anxiety meant nothing to me. All I heard was the urgent cries of distress and despair roaring through my head if I failed. The walls of the school were smooth plaster and the color of white was like flying through the clouds to the cries of a damsel in distress.

I made it to the room. I could not bare, even in this gallant state, to feel a shock of fear travel up my spine. I slowly opened the door, only to be greated with a barrage of gunfire that I barely dodged.

“Well who is Mr. Hero today?!” I hugged the wall for cover. This was not a game of Halo or Virtual-On, this was reality and death was a permanent, dooming penalty.

The room was the size of a general class room. There were the sounds of students weeping and I heard the groaning of what sounded like an injured adult.

“Well fulfill your duty, White Knight!”

The gunman aimed the gun toward one of the tables. Just then I realized it was my friend, Nena. She had hair that reached her shoulders. It was a color of black that complimented her almost gold color eyes, which in turn complimented her light skin color. On another impulse I ran into the room. “Cairo, no!” cried Nena. The Gunman turned to fire, reacting quickly I lifted a chair, and with little effort, threw it at the Gunman. It landed a direct hit squarely in his chest. I then ran toward him and got close enough to meet eyes. I then realized it was my friend, David.

“Why! Why do it David?!” I cried

“To free my imprisoned mother! Just due to the anti-depressants that threw her to the edge of sanity than heal it! With this class I am given the bargaining power to free her! They took her from me just last night dude! I quickly disarmed him and threw him to the floor I then continued to yell, “At the cost of our friendship and your sanity?! You turned your gun on innocent Nena for godsake!” David spit in my face as a reaction to his defeat. As I turned around to comfort Nena the police stormed the room and restrained David with hand cuffs.

I was a hero today, and playing hero felt good.