The Story of the Khvostov 7G-02 - Part 4

Use the link above to get to part one. Thanks! As soon as we got to the camp, one guard eyed my Father's rifle. "You look a little young to be using that, son." He said. "It's my Father's." I replied. "If you're gonna survive out there, you'd better learn how to use that thing." The guard beckoned for me to follow him. We walked into a building with targets all around the room. "Here ya go." He said. "Now start training!" From that moment on, I went to the target room every day to be trained by the guard. But after almost a year of being at the camp, the Fallen found us. I was thirteen, and the rifle felt weightless in my hand. As I walked towards the target room, the large ship that I saw before flew overhead. "That's a Ketch." the guard said. "It's the Fallen's base on wings. It's come for us." "What? Fallen? Ketch? Base on wings?" "Don't you worry about names." the guard said. "Just [b]RUN![/b]" I ran for hours and hours, with my friend the guard right behind me. I shot at the Fallen when I needed to, and we kept running until we reached the highway. Hundreds of Fallen camped on the bridge. "The only way to kill them all is to use explosives." The guard said as he pulled C4 out of his backpack. "But you won't make it out!" I insisted. "Don't worry." the guard said. "It's about you now." Carefully, he placed the explosives on the bridge. No Fallen noticed, until a huge sword-wielding Captain spotted the guard. He jumped towards him, and the bridge exploded. "[b]NO![/b]" I shouted. "No! Not another death! No. No..." A Fallen approached behind me, and shot me with his Wire Rifle. I turned around and emptied the cartridge into his body. [i]And that's how I got here.[/i] I told myself. [i]And it's all going to end now...[/i] My limbs went limp and my vision went black. [i]It's the end...[/i] But little did I know that there are no ends. Only beginnings.