Prologue: Robbery, Murder and a Dying Man’s Prayer

Prologue: Robbery, Murder and a Dying Man’s Prayer Marcus’s POV

Finally home at last, I thought turning my red firebird onto my street going two hundred feet down before arriving at my house the country air fresh and crisp , I talked to my fellow marines at the airport for three hours prior to now. I hope that everyone is still waiting up for me, I think to myself. I see three cars one my brother’s the other two, one belonging to my friends and the other to my parents. I get out of the firebird walk up to my house open the door preparing to say hi, but when I fully open it I see blood on the floor of the living room with my parents lying dead with several bullet holes in each body.

I look at the blood seeing it’s still fresh. I checked for a pulse on both of them hoping for a different answer than what my head was telling me, sadly my head was correct. I than went looking for my three friends in hope they were alive. I found one of my friends, her name was Jessica, she had one bullet hole in the head, I saw her wallet and it was empty of any credit or debit cards, my heart broke, out of the three she was my best friend, I knew her since high school. Shortly thereafter I found my other two friends near the table in the dining room they too were robbed and shot it seems that the killer emptied the magazine into my two friends Jacob and Josh.

Soon after I heard the click of someone reloading a pistol, I cursed to myself that I did not run back for my gun that was in my glove box. Too late now, I thought to myself. The click sounded like it came from the next room I silently entered as I saw the thief. I sprinted towards the thief and snapped the thief’s neck with little effort, than I picked up the gun and seen the thief was a man. “Damn I hate taking a life even though the guy was a threat.” I whispered to myself. I continued out the back door to see if any more were in the back yard, well one more thief was there dressed in black I raised my gun pulled the trigger *click* *click* *click* The thief turned around and fired eight bullets. Two tore their way through both of my legs another two through my arms. One tore its way through my gut. Blood was everywhere the thief smiled and then ran away.

I knew I was a dead man, I cried, I cried for my family and friends that I could have saved if I had of not spent three hours. I cried because I would never be able to have a casual drink with friends at the local bar five miles away. I cried because I would never be able to talk to mom about my life and its troubles. I cried because I would never be able to fish with my dad. Tears of loss flooded my face stinging the bleeding wounds. I calmed down for a second and prayed, “God please give me another chance to protect those who need protection. God please let me make up for failing to protect those who I care for. Please God give me another chance.” I slumped over and died. Little did I know that God would answer my prayers.