I looked up at Gabriel from the grass. I never actually got to inspect the full extent of his features. His dark brown hair was tussled and looked as if he had been running his fingers through it from stress. His green eyes resembled emeralds. He had a bit of muscle on him, but he wasn’t too broad shouldered. You could see a small rose tattoo on his upper bicep. He wore a dark green t-shirt and jeans. He was definitely handsome, and all his features complimented each other. “It’s done,” Gabriel said, pulling me out of the stare I had held on him. Valxon, Gabriel, and me all gravitated toward the center, walking into a cryptic circle. Once we were all in the circle, Gabriel uttered a few words, sending our bodies to Purgatory. After a few minutes of being thrown to Purgatory, we had made it. The scene just as I had remembered-- bloody. I would inject him with serum to incapacitate his muscles for the time being, and then throw him over my shoulder while also hoping for not much of a fight. There shouldn’t be many guards surveying the area, due to the ceasefire for the night, but one could never be too careful. I slipped into the camp with cat-like stealth. Guards sporadically dotted the area, glancing and glaring at the land around them. I came behind a few guards that stood vigil, in front of the tent that held my target, and stealthily cut off their oxygen supply ending in unconsciousness. I surveyed the area, checking for any witnesses. After making sure the coast was clear, I entered the tent, pulling out the syringe. The general laid there, sleeping. I sauntered over to his bedside, plunging the needle into his neck. I hastily threw his limp body over my shoulder, he weighed a lot more than expected, but nothing I couldn’t handle. With the added weight it would be harder to be not be seen, but not impossible. Two out of about 8 guards were also down so that would make it easier to sneak
“Then came the march past the victims. The two men are no longer alive. Their tongues were hanging out, swollen and bluish. But the third rope was still moving: the child, too light, was still breathing. And so he remained for more than half an hour, lingering between life and death, writhing before our eyes.
Quickly, I make my way to the waiting Blackhawk helicopter. Even with my full combat load strapped to my back the rotor wash threatens to push me over. My face is pelted with grass and other debris; motivation and determination makes me run harder. As I reach the Blackhawk the Black-shirt directs me to one of four repel lines anchored to the aircraft. I wrap the line through my d-ring and climb into the cabin. I wait, crouched in the doorway, for my three other comrades to finish their hookup. The Black-shirt completes his check of our hookups and gives the pilot the thumbs-up. Abruptly, the helicopter lifts into the air leaving my stomach somewhere below.
“there was something gorgeous about him, some heightened sensitivity to the promises of life, as if he were related to one of those intricate machines”
He turned his head away unsuspecting that the time of his demise was near. I raised my gun up, looked through the scope, put the dot on where his vitals should be, and using great effort not to let the shakes take over and alter my shot, I squeezed the trigger. I watched the bright yellow sparks fly from my barrel as the black powder expelled the lump of lead flying straight into his chest. As he staggered away in shock from the events that occurred in what felt like a fraction of a second I kept a close eye on him to know where to retrieve his dead
5 feet 6 or 8 inches high, weighs between 150 and 160 pounds, rather "bright" complexion, but not a mulatto, broad shoulders, larger flat nose, large eyes, broad flat feet, rather knockneed, walks brisk and active, hair on the top of the head very thin, no beard, except on the upper lip and the top of the chin, a scar on one of his temples, also one on the back of his neck, a large knot on one of the bones of his right arm, near the wrist, produced by a blow...
While one person lays with their wrists circumscribed to the worn leather of the gurney, another person holds two skin-piercing needles. The individual holding the needles is an inexperienced technician who obtains permission from the United States federal government to murder people. One needle is held as a precaution in case the pain is too visible to the viewers. Another dagger filled with a lethal dosage of chemicals is inserted into the vein that causes the person to stop breathing. When the cry of the heart rate monitor becomes monotone, the corrupt procedure is complete. Lying in the chair is a corpse when moments ago it was an individual who made one fatal mistake that will never get the chance to redeem (Ecenbarger). Although some people believe that the death
He had very little facial hair and a round face. Very tall and very strong. As he gave me the rose, I pricked myself because of the thorns that were still on it. I looked at it and sat it on my desk. I the time I was a bit confused on what was happening.
When I arrived at the tavern, I quaked with fear. With my vivid imagination, I could only imagine the worst and most gruesome scenarios. I hope I leave the tavern with all my bodyparts!
pile of rocks over his body. I think this shows the way that in war,
I awoke! Cold and surrounded, as I stared my demons straight in the face. I knew I was a goner, there was nothing left. My prayers were in vain, there was no God that was going to save me, and even if there was, I presumed that this was my punishment for all the harm and hurt I had caused in my life. This became the lowest moment of my entire life, the point where I almost ended it. I couldn't take the pain, I didn't want to live another second in the place that held me
I was five hours into guard duty when the alarms went off. I grabbed my gun and headed towards the tower. Once up I saw what had set the alarm an unknown person who was tearing away at the armory compound we had. I climbed down and headed towards the enemy and held my gun at the person. "Step away from the armory and no harm will come to you or anyone you know" I said sternly. The person turned around quickly then stalked towards me. I saw his eyes were gold and he looked like he was pure muscle. Soon before I knew it he was right in my face and he smirked "You are scared I can tell". I suddenly
He has brown short hair and blue-green eyes. He is very handsome, he is not that tall. he has a lot of hair on the hair on his arm’s. His favorite color is red and he always wears long socks he never wears sweatpants and always wears sneakers he loves baseball to much . his favorite place to visit is Costa Rica. he was born in La Jolla, San Diego. He loves to be running. He is very athletic. He is part of a big family with almost fifty cousins. He is always playing sports. He loves big parties. He has a ton of friends. He always wants to learn and have a good time. He loves to play with his brother and friends. He loves going to the beach and loves traveling. It is good to be Sebastian because he demonstrates kindness, humor, and bravery.
The hair on his head is short and tame, slight waves give it more character than just the scratches and marks made by foul weather. His face is incredibly detailed- the eyes are open, his jaw bones are sharp and wide. The nose is Roman, large and commanding. It appears to have been broken long before his contemplative state. Deep lines run under his eyes and on his brow.
Dr. Stockmann bravely decides to fight but he doesn't realize the weight of the task he is undertaking,
It was a dark, cold, cloudy day. The clouds covered the sky like a big black sheet, nothing to be seen except darkness that seemed to go on forever. This was the third day in a row that there had been complete darkness, there was no getting rid of it. This was because of ‘the meteorite.’