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The sudden death of Carl Archer. (standard:drama, 1631 words)
Author: Arthur RandallAdded: Aug 12 2003Views/Reads: 2739/1370Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
He never expected it to happen to him the way that it did. It was one of the last things that he would have expected. It is something that can haapen to any of us at anytime. Learn what haunts him on the night that he will never forget.

The sudden death of Carl Archer. 

When it happened, everything seemed to be perfectly still.  It was as if
time itself for those few seconds.  It was a few seconds that changed 
my life forever.  I have heard it many people say that if they could go 
back in time, they would change this or they would change that.  There 
is only one moment in time I would give anything to change.  Here is 
what happened. 

First let me introduce myself, my name is Dave Archer and I have a
brother named Carl who is two years younger than I am.   Sure we have 
had our battles growing up as most siblings usually do.  Over the years 
as we got older we became more tolerant of each other's company.  We 
eventually learned that we liked to hang out together and go to parties 
and other social gatherings.  He was my best friend. 

Anyways when it happened I was twenty-five and he was twenty-three.  We
were on our way to meet our girlfriends. I was dating a blond named 
Lisa and Carl was dating one named Wendy.  We met them in high school 
and both out relationships were going strong.  Carl told me that he was 
planning to ask Wendy to marry him.  I knew that they would be very 
happy together.  I also knew that Lisa would start to bug me about 
marriage as soon as she found out about Carl's plans. 

We were on our way to the movies to see the latest comedy that the women
were dying to see.  Personally Carl and I would have preferred an 
action or horror flick, but sometimes in life you have to make 
compromises.  When we were a few feet from the theatre, Carl remembered 
that he left his wallet in the car.  I offered to go get it for him 
since I was a faster runner than he was, but he declined and told me 
that he would meet me in front of the theatre. 

I started towards the theatre and that's when I head the screech of the
car brakes behind me. There was a loud thud that soon followed it.   A 
woman screamed as she raced towards me.  Her face told me that she was 
in shock at what she had just witnessed.  It was Wendy. 

Even if I never saw her, I knew what had happened.  I knew in my heart
that something terrible had just happened to my brother.  Call it a 
sixth sense or whatever you like.  All I knew at that moment was that 
everything was still for those few moments and I thought I was caught 
in a terrible nightmare. 

I didn't really want to, but I knew I had to.  I had to see what
happened.   I slowly turned around and I saw a crowd of people star to 
crowd around my brother as he lay on the cold road.  A pool of blood 
surrounded him.  He didn't move at all.  The driver sat behind his red 
van in a daze.  I later found out that he had been drinking and he had 
run a red light. 

Without a moment of hesitation, I ran towards him and I screamed his
name.  I couldn't believe what had just happened.  I didn't wan to 
believe it.  I wished that it were just weird joke that he decided to 
play to freak me out or something.  When I reached him, I knew he 
wasn't joking or faking.  It was all too real.  My brother, my only 
sibling and my best friend in the entire world were dead 

It didn't take long for the police and the paramedics to arrive at the
scene.  Wendy held Carl in her arms as tears raced down her face.  All 
I could do was stare in astonishment.  I still had a very hard time 
believing what had just happened 

Out of the corner of my eye I saw the police put the drink driver in
handcuffs.  It was at that moment I realized that that man was 
responsible for what happened to Carl.  He had just stolen him from 
Wendy, his friends and family, and me.  A rage grew inside me. I had 
never been so angry in my whole life.  It was like someone else 
suddenly possessed me.  All I wanted to do was get revenge for Carl. 

I charged at the man like an angry bull at a bullfighter.  I was
determined to make him pay for what he had just done.  It was a very 
good thing that there was another cop nearby.  If he hadn't of stopped 
me, I would have killed the man who murdered Carl. 

The officer who stopped me wasn't your average policeman.  He was more

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