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. I was in a dream that wasn't ending and i couldn't get myself to wake up. My eyelids were

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r the Crimson cartel. Confusion was written all over my face as i stared at the gun that was

i don't do it, someone

ed surveillance on gang activities, Venom's real mission was to get rid of me. I knew there would come a time where i'd get dis

as to take

ng the minister. Bloody traitors. I knew there'd be no way out for me and i dropped the knife. Even if i managed to take

ot me from behind now, are you? I don't want t

way to die, i wanted it to be around people that cared about me. I wasn't the sentimental type but i hoped their care and prayers would at lea

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he years i've worked with him, i had never seen him hesitate with a

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he hesitation on Venom was so obvious that i felt guilty for making this hard for him. I d

calmly. I was a better fighter than Venom and if i had taken him on, i wouldn't leave him breathing, not for anything. To emphasize on my point, i

n them. I didn't fall right away, instead, i took another step and Venom shot at me again. Thi

ed floors. Weak and gasping pathetically for air, i l

about the safety of my parents, their well being. The only important thing that mattered in that mo

was dying. I knew i was dying and there was no way i'd be able to come out of it alive. It would ta

i saw him sigh in defeat befor

" he said just as i felt the la

sudden lighting. It was the then that i heard it very clearly

't a real hospital. Despite all the disinfectant and antiseptic smell lingering in the air, i was f

myself. The dream about Venom flashed back before my eyes. Only then, that things were clear, i realized t

ping i'd get anyone's attention. My pain fueled