The Rules Of The Game by Madison Stauffer

Running. Running. The faster I ran, the more anxious I became. I neared the terrible sight. Nothing could have prepared me for what I saw before me. Blood, bones, skin, and loose limbs was all that was left of this army base. A tear was welling up in my eye. This was my fault. I suddenly stopped in my tracks. My feet soaking in a pool of blood. This wasnt my fault. It was his. When this thought appeared in my head, my phone softly buzzed. I gazed down to see his name on the caller ID. I quickly ignored the call. Right now was not a good time. " I knew you would do that." A familiar voice came from behind. I froze. Without realizing it my hand slipped down to the gun in my pocket. With that weapon in my hand I jumped around to face him. The bullet pointed right at his heart. His eyes wide with suprise. "Don't" He pleaded, using his sweet charming voice. " Why not?" I asked. My tears were gone, and they were not coming back while he was still alive. "I love you." Were his only words. " You've never loved me and this" I explained, gesturing to what was around me. "just proves my point." "I never meant for this to happen." Was his last excuse he would say. He started forward. I fired. Frozen in midair with pain and anguish in his face. Nothing. I repeat nothing could have described the pain that I felt now. Somehow I ended up at his side. He was breathing heavily. I pulled his head up to my ear. "If you loved me you would have told me that everyday that I was with you." I whispered in his ear. " This is all on you." I arose. He stared at me with wonder and amazment. My killer pistol was still in my hand. The shot rung out. He had run out of time. My tears were coming back. I had to get away from there. I ran, and ran , and ran. This is what all stared this. Running away from something I didnt want to face. My phone was somehow still in my hand. I dialed someones number who earlier I had promised I would never call again. " Peyton. Where are you." She started all her phone calls the same way. About me, but somehow in life everything was about her. " Mom" I started."The game has changed. We've got all new rules now. Rule number one: From now on, in the name of freedom and justice, we're bringing the war to you." She replied with one simple sentence." I think I'm going to like this game."