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    dots Submission Name: Wacodots
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    Author: Max R.
    Elite Ratio:    3.14 - 33/29/17
    Words: 826
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    Some people would say I was brave to do what I did. Then again some people would say I was fucking insane so I take the compliment with a grain of salt. Thereís a very thin line between brave and insane. Most people will confuse the two but after what happened that day I know the difference.

    You donít know me. You donít know one thing about me. You think you know but you donít. Am I a guy? Or a girl? Am I black or white? Smart or dumb? Tall or short? These things are just illusions they take your mind away from the case and point. They take away your ability to remain neutral. Like I said, you donít know me. In fact you donít know half of what you think you do.

    They brought me here to ďcalm downĒ. Say I have post traumatic stress, but I donít. This hospital isnít a hospital. Itís an anti-hospital. People come here and get sicker. You take a somewhat insane person and bring them here and they turn completely insane. It doesnít matter how strong willed you are, after five years even you will question your sanity. Thatís what they wait for, you know. They wait Ďtil youíre questioning yourself to stick you with a disease.

    They let me out two days ago. Say Iím all better. Now I remember everything. Without those damned pills I can remember everything. The screams, the blood. All of it. We went in blind, we didnít even know the layout of the place but in we went. Williams rushed in ahead of me. I tried to pull him back but he was already inside. I can still hear that gun going off and seeing Williams fall and scream in pain from the bullet lodged in his stomach. I turned to fire at the gunmen to see that it was a sixteen year old girl. Iíll never forget what she said. ďSomeday youíll see that you were wrong about everything.Ē Then she shot herself. Just like that.

    Williams didnít die. He canít walk because our commander threw him out the window to try and get him to safety. I could have carried him down but Jones just threw him out and kept on going. Williams could still be walking and playing with his kids but Jones took that away from him. We kept going deeper into the mansion. Thatís when we found the first bomb.

    Iíd seen this type before. I could disarm it in my sleep and I did. I disarmed it with no problem and kept going. Jones was shooting left and right and it didnít matter at whom he was doing it at. I saw a pregnant woman drop to the floor clutching her belly as the blood flowed out in a river of red. A child with a bullet through his brain staring at the ceiling eyes wide open. Forever staring at the white ceiling. I could almost picture him laughing and playing, blond hair flying. Now he was dead.

    Thatís when I saw the little black girl in the corner. She was so cute with her pink dress and her teddy bear. I went over and picked her up to try and get her out of there. Away from Jones. He shot her. Right in the back. Just shot her and turned and walked away. Thatís when I knew heíd lost it. He would have shot me if I hadnít been wearing my ATF vest. Then a bomb went off. Jones flew back into a fireplace. The wood around him caught fire and began to eat at his coat. Like a hungry dragon it ate at his jacket. Thatís when I pulled him out and put out the flames on him. I threw him on my shoulder and started to walk out the way I came when I saw another bomb triggered to go off. I ran for a door right out into the front field where the main fighting was going on. I ran right into the middle of it all. I felt a bullet dig itself into my shoulder and another in the arm that was carrying my gun. I dropped it and kept running.

    I should have left him to die. He should be six feet under right now. But heís not. Heís with his family and Iím here alone. He has to live with it though. Everyday I make sure he remembers what he did. I visit and when weíre alone I tell him what he did. How many lives he ruined forever.

    Some people say Iím brave for saving my captain. Then again some people say Iím insane. Thereís a thin line between brave and insane. I know the difference now, so I know Iím neither. Iím a person who was at Waco, Texas. Iím an ATF agent. Iím a murderer.




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