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The Fight of Their Lives

Prologue

"Nooooo!!!!" A women who was twenty years old screamed as she saw her father fall to the ground. She tried to get up but her right leg was in pain. Her head lifted up as she saw a man she knew well run over to him.

Brian Polsackte ran over and crouched down at Will's side. A red stain was spreading over the front of his cream coloured shirt. He motioned for Brian to come closer.
"I . . .want . . .you . . .to . . ." He gasped every word out.
"You want me to what sir?" Brian asked knowing he was dying.
Will continued. "To . . .look . . .after . . .my . . .daughter. Protect her." He was reaching for something in his breast pocket. He took out a ring. "Give it to her when the time is right."
Brian nodded his throat constricting with emotion. This man gave him a job when he was fourteen, now ten years later he was watching him die. "I will, I promise." Will coughed and sputtered on his blood. He then rolled his head to the side and died. Brian put his hand over his eyes. He reached for his gun at his right hip and drew it. He ducked as a shot came his way. Brian turned around on his heel and looked at the woman that he was sworn to protect. She got up started to run to her father. Brian got up too and grabbed her at the waist as she ran to her father.
"Let me go I have to get to him." She screamed struggling against his grasp.
"No he's gone." He said swallowing the lump in his throat.
"Brain he needs me, please!" She placed her hands on his broad chest trying to push him away.
He put his hands on her shoulders. "Stephenie he's dead." He felt her start to shake. He pulled her close and held her for a few moments. He lifted her head and looked in her eyes. Sadness, was there instead of her normal bright light. It had gone out. He took her hand.
"Come on we gotta get outa here." He walked long strides to the door at the end of the room. They walked past her father and she looked at his lifeless body with a blank stare. Brian had his gun in his left hand ready to shoot. Steph just followed him because she had to. She wanted to die and be with her father. He was her whole world. And that way she could get away from all this war and hell that had become her life. She had only one person in her life that cared about her, only she didn't know about it yet.

Chapter 1
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