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Personal Narrative On Cameron's Death
I walked in on the scene where several famous people were dead. Then I saw Morgan Freeman fire at Cameron’s back. Running in, I fired at Morgan and he shot back and ran. A bullet hit me in the thigh leaving incapacitated. My only option was to let him leave and get Cameron an ambulance. I called an ambulance & decided I would track down Morgan later. I went home after get my leg bandaged up and leaving Cameron there. As I was preparing to go to bed the phone rang. The call I received was from the hospital saying Cameron had survived the gunshot, but would need weeks to recover. Then I went to sleep and spent the next few days healing. When I returned to the police department it seemed I had a new case, a celebrity died. Walking on to the scene I saw a tarp and recognized that it was covering the body. I searched the area for traces of a weapon and saw none. “What wounds did the body have?” I asked another officer “No external injuries, we’ll have to wait for an autopsy.” I then searched the room again and found a piece of irregularly shaped paper, all black on one side and completely blank on the other. Taking it with me I left to go home to wait on …show more content…
A masked figure stood there and said “You’re a bit early, but that doesn’t matter.” I responded with “Who are you and why did you kill those people?” The figure the pulled off its mask, it was Morgan Freeman. “Why did you kill them?” I repeated. “Trump hired me to kill them so the media would focus on him, as a result he would slow be etched into the mind of Americans and win the campaign.” He then pulled out a gun and shot me, unfortunately for him I was wearing a bullet resistant vest. I then gave him remuneration for shooting my leg by shooting his. “I should have finished you when I had the chance.” he said through his clenched teeth. As the pain distracted him I shot him with my taser and hit him with the back of my gun rendering him
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