The Art of (Laser Tag)War

I hide in the shadows...waiting...wondering. Do I venture out or do I wait for the prey to come to me? There is some security to hanging back, but as they say, nothing ventured, nothing gained.

Screw it...I'm going out there.

I stick close to the walls, keeping my backed protected, weapon at the ready. I see her...a young female. She hasn't noticed me yet. I aim...and fire.


"AAAAAAGGGHHHH, DAMN IT!"

She barrels after me in a rage and I race for high ground, my blood pumping in my ears. So intent am I in getting away from the her that I don't look where I'm going and run headlong into my own kinsmen....my young nephew. For a moment we stare at each other. Any other time it would be different, but today?

Kill or Be Killed....Every man for himself. I aim straight for his heart.

As he screams and shakes his temporarily disarmed laser gun, I run away laughing and shouting, "Happy Birthday, Sweetie!"

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