Cole Hunter-Personal Narrative

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As the clock struck 12'00 a loud BANG resounded through the empty prison hallway. The prison warden hesitantly approached the figure that lay on the ragged mattress with coils springing out on either side. His footsteps becoming heavier as he constantly replayed the plan he set out for himself. Just an inch away from his target Cole Hunter let out a suppressed breath and raised his unsteady fingers closing the gap between him and his master in one silent move.

The figure fell limp as the tip of the blade sank in deep through the pudgy soft skin. The scarlet red liquid, the master's life supply, squirted upwards and out as the sweet tang of the blood satisfied Hunter's nostrils. The shine of the blade was hidden deep within the one he loathed, the one who seemed to wither away in unbearable pain.
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Tossing the red blade from his neck to the ground floor he stood up with a sly smile.

Hunter fell to his knees in shock and with a quivering heart backed away from the monster that stood in front of his eyes until his back hit the cold, metal doors of the cell. He hurriedly, reached for his cell keys in vain as his master kicked away the ticket to Hunter's survival. The only escape route in a cell room with four plain white sheets now covered in red paint.

The heavy breath on his neck left him frozen ,his eyes now glued on the path of blood leading to him “ you never learn do you” Kingston whispered through his ear slowly supplying himself with the blood he lost, digging in deeper through his veins.

“What are you”, hunter exclaimed letting out a terrorizing scream that echoed through the prison hall. “I am just the same as you now, welcome to my world” Kingston replies disclosing a wicked laugh overlapping the prison sirens. Men dressed in all black gushed through the metal door pointing guns from all sides of the