A/N: I am so sorry that it took me this long to get this chapter written and posted. I got really distracted as of late and I am hoping that my readers are still out there. Anyways, this chapter really doesnt focus on any of WITCH. I know, I know, get to the good parts, but I need filler information and back story put in place before I can do any of that P. Again, This story has nearly reached the 4k word mark as I wrote. There is a lot to get through and I bid thee luck. I attach my standard W.I.T.C.H.: Dead Memories disclaimer to this story. Read and review Por favor!
W.I.T.C.H.: Dead Memories
Espionage and Diaries
The echo of automatic gun fire echoed around the large room. At one end of the room there was 20 targets lined up; riddled with bullet holes, most of them through the head or heart. At the other end of the long room was a row of 20 kids holding everything from AK-47s to M-14s. They all were dressed in grey with safety goggles on and orange ear muffs to protect there ears. Behind the children a man paced up and down the line giving instructions to adjust the shots the children were taking.
One by one each clip was emptied and guns were set down with safeties on. The children came to a parade rest position and awaited their scores as a different man inspected the targets and marked them for score.
Susie Bigham, Step forward! A commanding voice rang out. A girl of about 8 years of age stepped forward coming to the position of attention with her hands at her sides curved into a slight fist, thumbs along the seams of her pants. Her heels touched with her toes pointing away from each other at a 45 Degree angle. Her eyes faced forward unmoving. The man with the commanding voice stepped in front of her and got in her face.
Susie Bigham, How come your shots always stray off to the left, While all your classmates shots are on target?
No excuse sir, Was all she could reply, her lip trembling a bit. A strand of short blond hair fell in front of her crystal green eyes.
Good, because the next time we are on the range, I better see perfect score head shots, do ya here? The man yelled into her face. Susie was notorious among her class as one of the worst shots in the group. She was always off by 5 or 6 inches. Most of the trainers realized that Susie was only 8 years old (One of the youngest in the program) and trying to fire the guns was hard. But, they still pressed it into her to get better. Quite possibly she would eventually be the best shot in her class.
Yes sir! Was her quick loud reply, her self control of keeping her body from shaking nearly lost.
Good, Return to your position. Jonathan Seymour, front and center! The man with the commanding voice yelled.
A boy with short mousy straw colored hair and freckles stepped forward and came to attention. He was about 15 years of ...More Cartoon Sex Stories...
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