Hi, I'm the Belgian Pistol. I live in Serbia with Gavrilo Princip. Right now I'm in Gavrilo's pocket waiting in the streets of Serbia. I don't exactly know what is happening or why Gavrilo took me into town, but whatever it is, I'm nervous. My handle is sweating and I need to take a fire. My trigger feels clammy and I just need some fresh air. I can hear Gavrilo whispering something under his breath. It sounds something like, "Anytime within the hour." I don't exactly know what that
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means, but I guess I'll find out soon. After a while, Gavrilo finally reachs down into his pocket and pulls me out. "Yes! Finally!" He quickly shines my handle and checks for any rust spots. Oh the feeling of fresh polish in the morning. He holds me out for a second as if about to shoot, but then lowers me back down and puts me back in his pocket! I don't know why I can't just stay out in the open.
But, wait. I'm hearing something. Something like a car pulling up. All of a sudden Gavrilo whips me out and I'm pointing at the head of a man. This man looks familiar though. I think I've seen him somewhere around. Oh yes, Archduke Franz Ferdinand. And his wife? I think her name is Sophie. I can feel Gavrilo's finger reaching up to my trigger. He squeezes it so fast that even I, the pistol, didn't expect it. All of a suddne Sophie drops in her seat and her head slumps. Oh no! Don't tell me I shot her! Yet once again, before I even have time to think, my trigger is pulled with a bang. Franz Fedinand drops in the same fashion as Sophie did. I just know that I'm going ot be in such big trouble after this. I can't even bare to think what Gavrilo has gotten me into. Gavrilo suddenly breaks into a run with me clutched tightly in his hand. I hear feet stomping behind us but can't look back, because Gavrilo turns a corner as fast as lightning.
All I see is a dirty street in front of me before I'm shoved back into his pocket and lose sight of everything around me. All I know is that we are running so fast that I have no clue where we are anymore.I can no longer hear anyone running behind us, but they might as well be. Yet, the crazy thing is, I’m scared. Scared like I’ve never been before. I mean, I’m running down a dark, dirty, street, in the pocket of a criminal who I used to think was a good person. There are people running behind me and I might be taken to jail. Not literally, but I would definitely not be in use for a long time
if I get caught. So all I know for now is that we are running. But, wait. We are slowing down. Now we're stopping and I finally come out into the daylight again. We're sitting in a dark alley and no one else is around. We must have lost them somewhere along the way. Then all of a sudden I'm pointing at Gavrilo. He's about to pull my trigger when a crowd of people rush over and grab him by the arms and legs and carry him away. He drops me and I'm left there for a long while, until someone finally comes a picks me up. They take me to a room for inspection and I never see Gavrilo again.