Creative Writing: The Cold War

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Blood rushed through my veins accompanied by pure rage. My sister was dead because of these people. They killed her. Before they could drag me away, I quickly reached down and grabbed the biggest piece of glass from the broken mirror. I held it tightly as I whipped my arm around and stabbed the shard into a guard's arm. They instantly let of me and cried out in pain. Another guard bolted towards me and pushed me against the wall. I could feel my feet rise off the ground with the force of the impact. I gripped the glass so tightly that I could feel it ripping through my own skin. With a quick motion, I drove the glass into the side of his neck. Blood sputtered from the entry wound and misted my face. The grip on my shoulders dropped, as did
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