The men walked into the building, extracted their
semi-automatic weapons, fired.
People scrambled, fell, bled.
The men advanced.
A young girl emerged from her hiding spot; she nonchalantly approached
the leader. ‘Why do you do this?’
The men’s leader chuckled. ‘For glory, little girl. Now go
hide before I shoot you too.’
‘I am not afraid.’
He pointed his gun at her forehead. ‘You are a stupid little
girl.’
‘You are an angry little boy.’
She touched the gun as he attempted to pull the trigger. The
gun shattered as if made of glass.
She smiled.
The leader stepped behind his men. ‘You cannot stop their bullets.’
‘Maybe not.’
They fired.
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