Aaron's P.O.V.
Another day, another sight at lies.
I walked out the door toward the end of the driveway waiting for the bus, really foggy though, could only see about 20-30 feet away.
I swear I heard voices from the right side.
I didn't bother calling out, for it would be foolish to take the chance of it being a pack of dogs or animals waiting for a exposed target.
I closed my eyes and sat down on the cement when it got colder, making me shiver, school jackets are useless.

When I opened my eyes it was night time and I was still in the same spot.
But I saw my self jumping the gate with my back packet to go to the store... this couldn't be real, or did our "Holy Lord And Saviour" do me the favor of killing me and replacing my soul with a very similar one?

"Do you remember this..."
It was that fucking guy, from my dreams, it was a dream inside a dream, goddammit I hate how I have these, hate how my mind makes up these characters and symbols, but it's all fake, none of it is real.

"Why have you brought me here?" I asked, hoping for a good reason, since it's my own mind, I can always hit my head on the wall to stop it, and start something else, that's Red.

"To show you how you can do so much more than grow up like so many kids normally would, you could leave that civilized life an-"
I cut him off with my sentence that made sense better than his.
"And what? Go out on the road searching for something, someone, but only to be caught by the Donut Devouring Fucks we call, "Police Officers." You need to fucking think before you tell me how to leave a life of children and be a fucking quirky person that'll love to travel just because I have all the time in the world!"
I really wanted these fucking mind games to stop.
They have gone on long enough.
"There be only two cops, I'm sure you can take one down and shoot the other with the pistol he'll have, and then you have your weapons, just like how you killed those dogs from the trees over there."
We had move toward where my past self was walking, about to pass the tall trees near the street, anything could've came out of them at night and you wouldn't know.
"They were dogs...not trained police men..."
I spoke, trying to make my point to this fucker.
"But watch how you took them down so easily."
I forced myself to look up at me about to be attacked.
I already felt the dogs presence in the grass.

They leaped out, landing 7 feet away from me, I counted only 4 dogs, with rabies as I saw the foam in leaking from their jaws.
I had pulled my Hunting rifle up from my back, it was heavy and had hurt my back just a bit but it was better since my backpack held it up, it had the power to kill a man with 1 shot in the right place and it had a silencer.
I know my grandma didn't know it could so that's why I wanted to get it, and these dogs should've been smarter.
The one on the right had jumped to my right leg, almost getting my leg till I put my foot on its head as it landed, putting it down with one pellet in the eye.
"Sleep tight friend."
Then the other 3 attacked at the same time, one missed and the other 2 got my legs, I was smart enough to have sturdy pants instead of thin easily torn ones.
I fell on the left dog who yelped right after and the other dog came to bite my fucking face, it's teeth nearly touching the breath that came from my nose, I had pushed it back by tripping it and kicking it away aiming at it and pulling the trigger on the rifle, it clicked, I forgot it was a one shot.
The other dog that missed me came back and bit my arm, making a hole in my jacket I grabbed it's head then barely picked it up with my arm, which was becoming a chew toy, and by its head. Throwing it down, and it still didn't stop biting, I began hitting it's head with the butt of my rifle, nearly hitting my own face, than the other dog had gotten up and biting my leg again, the one I was stuck on kept whining, I must've broke a bone or something. The one biting my arm let go, whining from the blood coming from its head, going into its left eye. I tried reloading my rifle while I kicked the one that bit my leg, wounding the other dog I had beaten with my rifle, I than got off the one I squished, and choked the one on my leg, it let go but I kept choking it, watching as it whined loudly in pain and agony, hoping for mercy. It's legs scratching the street it started making loud noises, I choked it's neck tighter to end it's life, and it's last sounds were a raspy gasp for air. It stopped moving and I let go, looking at how red my hands were.

I looked at the wounded dogs, I loaded my rifle and sat next to the one I fell on and pet it, having mercy for it since dogs can't fight rabies, only fight for it. I felt it's body, then I pressed my palm on its ribs, the dog yelped, and I felt a few cracked ribs, I put it to sleep with a bullet to the head and a lullaby...

The other was limp, trembling to stand on it's legs, then fell when I stood up. I walked over to it, looking at how much blood it has spilled, it barely breathed, so I loaded my rifle and shot it without hesitation. I had blood on my hands, I didn't even care, because I only knew one thing at that time.

Get The Knives.