Friends with a
killer
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he ground sat still with remains of crusted blood and pieces of burnt metal. The air was thick with a cloud of smoke, a fire burned in the middle of the road. The cars wheels slowly melted into the earth. Smells of burned tar, salty blood, melted tears, and burning flesh filled the air.
"A man carried another dead man out of the burning car. The man’s leg was ripped. His flesh torn in spots, exposing his fresh blood to the waiting sun. His blood oozed out of his wounds, trickling down his thigh. He gurgled somewhere deep inside his throat and blood spilled out of his cracked lips. His clothes were torn in spots and his hair was caked with thick red liquid mixed with pieces of his skin and dirt.
I sat and watched from behind the bush. It was my hiding place. The tips of the thorns on the bush moved their way into my arm. Breaking their way into my skin and exposing my tasteless blood. I cringed with pain as I slowly pulled the plant out of my punctured skin. The blood ran it's way down my arm, bright sunset red.
I sat there watching the scene unfold before me. I had witnessed a bombing of a car in our town of Hawai. The man pulled out of the car was the driver, but there was another man who was pulled out a few minutes later.
This man was bleeding from the neck down. A hole had formed in his neck, that left a passage for his blood to leave. His eyes were still open. Expressing his pain. They were bloodshot, the veins curving in all directions. They twisted and turned, moving with pain and then froze.
The man's mouth was still open, a thin line of blood danced it's way down his neck and onto his leg. The hole in his neck was crusted with blood and dirt, pieces of seat cushion lay embedded within the cut on his neck and chest, and in his hair. His hair was dark brown, or used to be, but now was soaked with liquid that penetrated deep into his pores.
The rebel soldier slowly took his limp body out of the seat and dragged his lifeless soul to another car. Where he dumped him into the open trunk and drove off, into the dust.
By: Jenna Osier