![]() The TradersA Chapter by Killer![]() Chapter 1![]() I hear a slight knock at the door. The bombs crashed. I slowly got out of the cot. Its creaking made me fully awake. Suddenly, The slight knock became a pod for help. I walked a little faster to the door. My long black hair brushing against cheek. I quivered at this. "I'm coming. I'm coming." I yelled. I unlocked the door. Bang. A teen about my age fell in with a child seven or eight. I quickly shut the door. The teen looked like a solider . Black boots,army uniform and a smirck on his lips. Brown messy hair and gray eyes. The kid on the other hand was in black baggy pants and a noen green T -shrit saying-Slim Shady. Blond hair and bright blues eyes. They moaned in pain. "Sorry."I said. They both pushed up . Brushing off the gunpower and dust. "Sorry mam,", The teen stuttered."I'm Jake and this is my little brother Marshel." "I see. Why are you here?" I asked. He gulped . While, Marshel looked around the house. "I am wanting soldier for the US . Your contry." Jake looked up at me with gulited in his eyes. "I understand. You may not believe this but I'm the Generl." I said looking staight into his eyes. Bang Creak Break
The noises startled me. I jerked back hitting my arm. "Marshel!" Jake yelled. He looked anrgy. I got up . Seeing marshel and the Freches army. "No." I twitched. Swiftly kicking their legs down. Jack quickly punched one of the soldiers. I did a roundhouse kick to his face. Knocking them down and out of the house. I looked down at marshel. "You okay?" I asked. He stared at me with his blue eyes. He was hurt his leg was cut and ozzing blood. "Come on." I took Marshel's hand and lead him to the bathroom. I turned seeing Jake. © 2010 KillerAuthor's Note
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