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Mk Fed

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The man at the Peak

Mk Fed

Submitted to Contest #190

I'll do it. Thought Gopp as he struggled to rub his hands together. His breath vaporized deep in his throat before it reached his palms. Still, it felt as if his hands were before a great hearth, if only for a moments at a time. No one will ever know. No, not 28,000 feet above sea level. I have to do it. For Orlando. For his Nellie. That bastard will pay. I'll make sure that he won't even be a landmark on this mountain. He gripped his ice axe firmly. Two Hours Earlier: "Four hours! We've been climbing for Four hours!" yelled Orlando. "And ...

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Conclusion

Mk Fed

. . . It was so terribly cold. Snow was falling, and it was almost dark. I really did believe I'd found the only crevice in the city they wouldn't think to check. Between two dumpsters. How stupid was I. I told myself to move but all my strength had run out. I braced my head against the cold dumpster. It eased the pain but my side still burned. It burned so much. I never felt anything close to that before. No matter how hard I clutched it it kept bleeding. I thought I heard crunching in the alley. How could they find me so fast? I considered...

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Who doesn't like a good story?

Mk Fed

Chills ran through K as he struggled for a gasp. When he finally succeeded, the cool dryness sucked what little moisture was left in the back of his throat. He tried to stand but panicked when his kicks met air. A low hum droned somewhere in the distance. K couldn't tell how far it went after the noise passed him but the lack of echo didn't ease his mind. He took a few more dry breaths before trying to lift himself up. He didn't get far. Somewhere, not far, a metal door opened . . . then closed. Faint squeaks followed slowly thumping boots...

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