Power is sometimes powerless

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Excerpt- Matt gulped. He glanced at his own reflection. When he looked at his face he saw the lines underneath his eyes, the tired look in his face, he looked on the brink of complete collapse. “I
can’t keep living like this, being told what to do by people like Timothy.” he told himself. He shoved the gun in his back pocket.



I got my plot from a plot generator so I am in now way trying to copy other work. I wrote everything, I just got the idea for the plot online from a plot generator.

Submitted: December 26, 2017

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Matt looked at the gun in his hands and felt sad.

 

He walked over to the window and looked at his rotting surrondings. He had always hated the South Side, the gangs, the poverty wasn’t what he wanted to live with.

 

Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was Timothy Crutz. He was dangerous, not just to the ladies hearts, but to everyone around him. He had two older brothers and three older cousins. They were bad, so everyone knew Timothy would turn out bad too.

 

Matt gulped. He glanced at his own reflection. When he looked at his face he saw the lines underneath his eyes, the tired look in his face, he looked on the brink of complete calapse.

 

“I can’t keep living like this, being told what to do by people like Timothy.” he told himself. He shoved the gun in his back pocket.

 

The rain hammered, making Matt angry.

 

As Matt stepped outside and Timothy came closer, he could see the dripping smile on his face.

 

“I want my money,” Timothy bellowed, in a disgusting tone. Matt slammed his fist against Timothy’s chest. “I frigging hate you Timothy.”

 

Timothy smirked, eyeing Matt to see if that was all the power Matt had. Matt looked back, even more angry, he felt for his gun in his back pocket, quietly turning off the safety.

 

“Matt, stop playing these games with me. Give me my damn money.” He replied, his expression turning hard.

 

They looked at each other with deathly expressions, like two bandits about to have a shootout. It angered Matt that Timothy would call this a game, this was no game, this was his life.

 

Suddenly, Timothy lunged forward and tried to punch Matt in the face. Quickly, Matt dodged the punch, took his gun out and brought it down onto Timothy’s skull.

 

Timothy’s develish smirk trembled, his legs wobbled, and for once he seemed scared. His skin turned pale.

 

Then he let out an agonisisng groan and collapsed onto the ground. Moments later Timothy Crutz was dead.

 

“I guess its my revenge.” Matt said to himself as he walked inside.

 


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