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Post by Trey Lewis on Jan 3, 2008 23:23:55 GMT -5
Trey begin to slow down in running, due to him getting weak and tired. He knew he couldn't run forever. He looked behind him to see no cars, or nothing behind him. He begin to start walking and seen a park, to the left side of him. He walked over to Park, trying to get some energy. He was already sweating and breathing heavily. He takes out the Cobra King Revolver from his back pocket and looks at it.
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Bryan Lewis
Resident of Drakesville
Jock/Shy/Gangster[M:0]
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Post by Bryan Lewis on Jan 3, 2008 23:32:27 GMT -5
He eventually caught up to Trey tackling him to the ground. He picked up the gun and held it. He finally emptied out the bullets and threw the gun to the ground.
What Is Wrong With You Trey! You Just Got Out Of Prison!
He had a slight tear coming down his eye from his brother's actions. He did not like to see his brother act like this. He shook his head and paged his mom and told her the location. He turned around and walked to the nearest bench and sat down, Not thinking about Trey.
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Post by Trey Lewis on Jan 3, 2008 23:42:12 GMT -5
Trey gets tackled, hitting the ground. "Man, what the fuck?" shouted Trey. Then he noticed his brother wasn't playing with him, this time. He watched his brother shout at him and begin dropping a tear from his eyes, while he was on the ground. "Man. It's yo fucking fault" saids Trey, while getting to his feet. "You know what happens when I get drunk! I get little crazy, but you ain't take advantage of it. You over messing with some hooker, who probably already have a boyfriend, then forgetting about me! But it's cool!" shouted Trey.
Trey grabs his gun, picking up one bullet. Trey walks off, opening up the cylinder, placing the bullet in. He spins the cylinder around and points the muzzle at Bryan. "You wanna play brother? You wanna see how it feels to be the end of this gun? Do you wanna die the same way as our father died? Then don't get in my way!" shouted Trey, still a-bit tipsy. The Cobra King Revolver wobbles in his hands. Suddenly, Trey drops the gun to the ground. Trey falls to his knees, looking down at the ground. "I can't do it.." saids Trey, starting to get a headache. His eye-sight begins to get blurry and begin to see 3 Cobra King Revolvers, infront of him. Trey fell over on his shoulders, collapsing from being a-bit too tipsy.
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Bryan Lewis
Resident of Drakesville
Jock/Shy/Gangster[M:0]
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Post by Bryan Lewis on Jan 3, 2008 23:47:18 GMT -5
Bryan was furious. He knelt over his Little Brother's collapsed body. "You Wouldn't Kill Me Anyway..."
He took the gun. "I am tired of this way of life Trey.."
He took the gun and threw it in the pond behind him. Their mother arrived soon and was terrified at Trey's body.
"He Isn't Dead", Said Bryan picking up Trey's collasped body and puts him in the truck and closed the door.
"Bryan McCane Lewis! What the hell happened to your brother!"
He hated when his mom screamed at him.
"Please...Lets wait until we get home"
They immediately left and headed home.
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