I am planning on writing one last chapter of this book. Anyways, hope you like
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“I just want one person I can rescue and I want one person who needs me. Who can't live without me. I want to be a hero, but not just one time.”
― Chuck Palahniuk, Choke
Dylan’s POV
“Keep him here. We’ll move his brother,” I heard a voice say.
“But sir,” My eyes slowly opened. “How do we know the big one isn’t going to tell?”
“That,” He paused and sighed. “We don’t know.”
“He’s a stupid kid, Merrick! He could easily tell anyone.”
The voices faded away. I looked at the ceiling, but instead, a bright white light greeted me. My eyes squinted.
“D – Dylan?” A voice asked.
I looked around and saw someone on my left look at me. “Andy?”
“They’re going to kill you to get to me.”
Andy started to cry. “And I’m not going to kill me.”
The man who put the serum into me walked into the room. “Ah! You’re up!”
Two other men brought in a car full of doctor supplies, a couple of butcher supplies. Andy still had tears running down his face. I tried to move, but all there was, was the noise of the locks holding down my wrists and ankles. The tallest man, Merrick, held down my arm and sliced a big slash through it. I screamed in pain and tried to push his arm away. “Now, now,” He whispered. “Don’t panic too much; you’ll just loose more blood.”
He slammed the knife into the table, right next to my bloody arm. Andrew kept quiet. Merrick grabbed the scissors and twirled them around.
“Now, I am going to ask you a couple of questions. You get them wrong, I will slice an ‘X’ into your chest, you understand me?”
I nod in response.
“Okay, first question. How long have your parents been dead?”
“Six years.”
He nods. “Next question, who did you live with before your grandparents?”
“My dad’s friend,” I spat out blood.
“Final question. Where did the accident of your parents’ death take place?”
“A bridge,” I whispered.
“What bridge?” Merrick hissed.
I watched Merrick put the scissors above me, “T – The Golden Gate Bridge.”
“Ah, in Cali,” He smiled.
He smiled and grabbed the butcher knife. He held it above my left hand and brought it down. The knife pierced straight through my left wrist. I screamed in pain. Merrick made a noise, put down the knife, and headed out to the hall with his gang. Tears streamed down my face. Merrick came back and stood over me. He grabbed a smaller knife and pierced it above my right ankle. I held in my breath. “I’ll be right back. Don’t move.”
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Lost
AdventureWhen Dylan Jones was a kid, him and his family got into a tragic accident, leaving his parents dead and his brother to be in a coma. Six years later and Dylan and his brother are forced to live with there grandparents in Massachusetts. Being bullied...
