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"Do you believe in God?"

Cassie stared down the barrel of a .45, fear making her lungs constrict and her palms sweat. The barricaded room held the hum of muffled whimpers and sobs, and stank of everyone's collective despair.

The gunman's cold, steel-gray eyes burned into Cassie's with disturbing intensity, the dead light in them somewhere between crazed and calculating, and she knew her life balanced on the blade of that double-edged question.

The atmosphere had managed to become even tenser as the gunman's inquiry hung above the hostages' heads like a thunder cloud. All the air seemed to have been sucked from the room as Cassie's answer was breathlessly awaited.

Cassie could feel her heart pounding, throbbing through her body like the beat of a war drum. The blood rushing in her ears almost drowned the sound of her own harsh breathing. Almost.

Cassie didn't want to die.

But neither could she deny her faith.

To answer yes was to pull the trigger of the gun herself. To answer no was to go against everything she believed in and become a coward, a fake, and a traitor to herself and to God.

No, she wouldn't deny the truth, she wouldn't deny God.

Cassie drew herself up, resolve solidifying in her as she stared back into the cold, metal eyes. Her faith was strong, and it flooded her with confidence and the ability to keep her muscles from shaking like leaves in the wind. To answer the age-old question, yes, she was willing to die for what she believed in.

She would die.

The gunman's merciless eyes narrowed, his finger tightening on the trigger.

"Do you believe in God?" he repeated slowly, arm steady, unwavering and unforgiving.

Cassie breathed in. Her voice was loud and clear, her answer echoing in the tense room, pumped with faith and acceptance and a strength that could not be shattered by a bullet.

In her heart she knew it was right, and the gunman's narrowing steel eyes didn't put fear in her heart. She didn't look away or close her eyes; she let her gaze bore into him…


And Cassie pulled the trigger.
ooooold piece xD
inspired by Flyleaf's song "Cassie" (which was inspired by like... the Columbine shooting)

....I don't think my faith is as strong as hers. D:
i'd probably... keep quiet... and pray for a miracle xD

comments much welcome!
(ingore the religious aspect of it, if you're not like... Christian or whatever xD
read it for it's literature-ical value)
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MinaGirl17 Featured By Owner Sep 14, 2011
this is amazing
i really want to say "yes" and pull the trigger
cheezstickluv Featured By Owner Jun 9, 2011
This made me cry.
slashNDMK Featured By Owner Jul 22, 2010
What song?
xCountingBodiesx Featured By Owner Jul 23, 2010
"Cassie" by Flyleaf.
(i said that in the comments.)
tanksmallcape Featured By Owner Jul 21, 2010  Hobbyist Writer
wait, i'm just a bit slow. so was Cassie was the gunman (in other words, she commited suicide)?
xCountingBodiesx Featured By Owner Jul 21, 2010
nah, but by admitting that she believed in god, she sealed her fate, and it was like she was pullin the trigger herself. xD
that last line is just because of the song..
tanksmallcape Featured By Owner Jul 21, 2010  Hobbyist Writer
that was seriously my second guess. anywho, thrilling tale!
Creatortrent Featured By Owner Jul 21, 2010
I loved it D':
PencilWoman Featured By Owner Jul 21, 2010  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
I :heart: this song.

But, yeah. I dunno if I could do it, either. :\
sanguine-romance Featured By Owner Jul 21, 2010
i'm so jealous right now.
this is totally good ;D

yeah, i'd prolly just sit there & hope for a miracle as well.

when i read this, i knew what was going to happen, & i was like NOOO
i'm retarded.
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