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// Selling your soul 
// Story: Duty and shame 
// by Forestinsider 
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With the rage still built up he realized that it wasn’t sombra he was angry at but it was angry at the traitor.  He slowly walked up to Foster’s jet and pointed the gun at his friend’s head.  He heard the young man scream “no please don’t do this!  I have a family!  I don’t want so die.”  The same things Foster said when Forsmith turned his jet to shoot down Foster’s plane.  None of it mattered now.  He was a traitor and now he was going to beg for his life.  The idea nearly caused Forsmith to laugh out loud but he stopped when he heard another voice.  “Forsmith don’t do this!  You are stronger than this.  You said it yourself that Foster doesn’t have to die.  Don’t let the tyrant control you!”  The voice belonged to Loma glass but Forsmith did not listen.  She was just a idealist no different than a child wanted the world to be made out of candy.  Without any hesitation and with the knowledge that the man Forsmith was about to kill was his best friend Forsmith fired his gun and his mind collapsed.


Everything went back to the moment when Forsmith pushed the button launching the missile towards Foster’s jet.  He heard again as if it were the first time the screams of his friend burning alive and suddenly silenced as the indulged jet fell onto the earth.  A few moments later Forsmith’s jet ran out of power and his own jet began to fall.  He tried to launch his parachute but the damage done by the dog fight earlier made that impossible.  Forsmith used the steering joystick to aim the jet into a barn house.  He moved and crashed landed inside the Barn house miraculously not causing the structure to collapse.  Woken up he felt the blood gushing from his body and heard the screams of his friend.


He saw with dust covering his eyes the glass of his window broken into a thousand pieces and a arch stabbing his left leg.  He tried to move out as if he up from a uncomfortable seat.  However his straps refused to let him go.  His arms frozen in place on the jet and his legs stuck.  The only part Forsmith could only turn his head to the left watching a bright mushroom cloud of green and purple overcome the sky.  The wind of a thousand tornadoes blew their fury over the barn house and the towns nearby.  Forsmith mentally screamed worrying this his doom was close at hand.  But as the fire engulfed the Barnyard he found himself inside the circular room and facing a small mirror.


He got up to fell his old and tired body again.  The guards were gone and the water which once surrounded the mirror was dried up.  Slowly getting up Forsmith felt no anger towards Sombra for what had happened.  Instead he walked in a non threatening manner and bowed down.  “Forgive me for being let astray.”


“I indeed do forgive you so long as you name my your king and master.”  Sombra pulled out this knife with the faded expression “never go to hell alone.”  And gave it to forsmith.  Taking the knife he sliced his piece of his arm and swore allegiance to the tyrant and the master of fear.