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It seems so long ago, but I am getting ahead of myself. My name is Marco Wolf. I should explain about what happened that day. It’s a bit of a story so bear with me. It was a warm summer day in my home town. Just about the most perfect summer day I’ve ever seen. I was looking out over downtown from the hill where I live. The sunlight shimmered across the skyscrapers and especially “the point”, it is where the three rivers meet. There is a spectacular fountain there. It’s a beautiful city to live in, sure the people can be a bit crass but the vista is really something. Alas I digress, as I was saying, on that day not so long ago as I watched my city I heard gunshots not far from me. I immediately ran toward them being sure to keep low. I didn’t call nine-one-one, I figured the neibors probably already had you see. I saw a small home, it was barely even able to be called more than a glorified tent. But it was hardly big enough for three or four rooms. I heard shouting and another shot. I snuck into the house and what I saw was awful. There was a woman on the ground clutching her stomach, standing over her with the gun was a man, and nearby them was a small boy whom was unconches. The man grimaced at the woman he was also shot only he had been shot twice, one graze wound on his upper left arm, and one wound in his right shoulder which was bleeding quite profusely. I tiptoed stealthily behind him and smashed him over the head with a frying pan. He fell to the floor with a loud thud, the gun fell under him. I quickly checked on the woman whom had passed out. she was bleeding a lot I quickly worked to get the bleeding to stop keeping pressure on the wound. With my free hand I reached over to check on the boy he was fine but beaten and very wet. There was a tub of water nearby, I tried to figure out what must have happened here while I turned all of my attention to the mother. I got the bleeding to stop and managed to wake her. “ma’am are you ok? What happened here?” I said to her. “ow…..m-my son….w-where is my son….” She groaned “over there, he is fine, just knocked out.” I said reassuringly “w-what about my husband?” she said worriedly “over there I think. He won’t make it I'm afraid…..” I said bluntly “g-good…..at least my son is safe….ow…” she clutches her stomach again and bleeding starts again as sirens are heard off in the distance. I start trying to stop the bleeding again. “w-would you promise me something s-sir?” she said sternly and I nodded “if anything happens to me….please look after my son….he has no other family to speak of…..” she pleads and I am stunned “b-but you don’t even know me…..why would you ask someone you don’t even know to do something like that…..” I say and she smiles “because not a single other person came to help…..that tells me you are a good person…..and brave….promise me….” She says “i-i……ok….i will” I say.", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "\tI cannot believe how complicated my life has been since that day. It seems so long ago, but I am getting ahead of myself. My name is Marco Wolf. I should explain about what happened that day. It’s a bit of a story so bear with me. It was a warm summer day in my home town. Just about the most perfect summer day I’ve ever seen. I was looking out over downtown from the hill where I live. 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