Task 4

1) POV Of The Gun

The last thing I remembered after I was made was I was always left in the dark. I was cushioned by cloths wrapped around me and even the cloths was dark in colour including me. I have never seen and felt the sun and light before. When I had the opportunity, it only last me a few seconds and each time my bullets go missing.

As the days past, I suddenly heard an alarm and I could feel the bag that contains me move rapidly. What was happening? Was there an earthquake? I was tossed around with other junks in the bag which felt extremely hard and I thought I might break soon. However, the cloths lessen the impact. Finally, the earthquake stopped and I felt there was something holding me and the cloths were being unwrapped. I was free or at least I thought I was free.

I was still being held tightly by the cluthes of my user. I was faced towards a young man probably around his late 20s. He wored smart clothes but he looked at me as though I was the scariest monster in the world. I was very much smaller and yet he was frightened. My user was demanding the young man to hand him cash and jewellary. The innocent young man frantically handed him everything he could and began to beg not to kill him. He had both his hands held high and I felt the trigger was about to fire.

'Stop!' I shouted but to no avail.

I could not control myself and the bullet shot the innocent young man to his heart. It was too gruesome to describe how it was but there was definitely blood everywhere. How could my user be so heartless. I witness the jewellary shop surroundings and it was even worst then what I had just seen. The place looked as though there was a mass murder that happened. The vision vanished as I was being wrapped in cloths again.