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B24: Soren Rosendahl - Start

Soren wrinkled his nose as he stood in front of a large patch of tar. The heat was unbearable, and combined with the smell, it felt like it could easily suffocate someone. He picked up a small rock and tossed it into the pit, watching as it sank. Just as he thought. Anything...or anybody...that fell down into one of those wouldn’t be getting back out.

Pulling his eyes from the sight below him, he looked over at the hard piece of metal in his hands. Its sleek metal surface gleamed in the sun, and the grip that he had been holding it with was warm and sweaty. Soren’s stomach churned. It definitely was a killing machine. The very sight of it made him want to puke.

He sighed. He knew what the terrorists want him to do. And more importantly, he knew he wouldn’t do it. He couldn’t. There was no good reason to ever take a human life, no matter what temptation lay in front of him. As the Bible said, For what does it profit a man to gain the whole world and forfeit his soul?.

Soren took a step forward. He knew what he had to do. Even if he wasn’t going to use the weapon, it was too dangerous to hang on to it. Someone could steal it or even kill him fo-

No. He didn’t want to think about that. Not now. He didn’t want to think of the family he would leave behind, or the pain of shuffling off this mortal coil. He didn’t want to think about which classmate would betray him, buying into the terrorists’ game and sacrificing their humanity in the process.

It was better this way. He lifted up the revolver, preparing to toss it into the pit. His arm tensed. Stiflingly hot air filled his lungs as he took a breath, getting ready to do it. He was going to do it. Any second now.



Why wasn’t his arm moving?

Soren bit down hard on his lip, trying to force himself to move. He had to do this. The boy paused for a moment, putting his arm down before lifting it again as he stood before his own personal Mount Doom, getting ready to destroy the weapon in his hands for the good of everyone.

Unfortunately, as with Frodo when he stood before the flames, Soren simply was unable to do the deed required of him. Tears began to fill his eyes as he stared down at the inky blackness below.

He staggered to his knees, bile rising in his throat.

“Lord, forgive me…”

Why was he such a coward?
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