Face of Hate

OLD DRAFTHe drew his pistol and pointed it directly at the guards head. The guard’s eyes grew large and began to fill with tears. He knew what was going to happen, he knew that if he hadn’t of turned to look he might’ve lived. Too late now, his one and only chance is gone, he whimpered as a shining tear rolled down the guard's check; He tried to make out some words but terror took hold of his throat and he seized up. He knew there was no getting out of this one, the guard stared at the back of the pistol, the hand that held it was in a black glove and the finger nervously floated by the trigger. The guard took an intake of breath and shut his eyes. HeOLD DRAFT
by ~Palindir
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